Say that in a Valley Girl accent. It’s kind of funny if you have a defective but overactive sense of humor, like me. A Valley Girl preparing to tell a very serious story about a potentially global life-changing event but saying it in the form of a question. I crack myself up. But yeah, that […]
Continue reading...4 June 2014
Late Friday afternoon of Memorial Day weekend and Mexico is melting into summer. The air is heavy with moisture and mountains of puffy white cumulus clouds dot the previously unbroken blue in the sky above. In the afternoons, clouds pile up in huge grey drifts, threatening rain and rumbling to themselves, but so far all […]
Continue reading...9 May 2014
It was a day of unusual perfection. That delicate balance of tropical heat and cool breeze, our boat laying quietly at anchor in Punta Mita and uncrowded surf just a paddle away. We were approaching the golden hour, when the sun sinks low and drenches the world in impossibly rich and vibrant color. “I […]
Continue reading...9 June 2013
This is not the post that you thought it would be. You might expect me to complain about the drinking habits of boaters. It wouldn’t be out of character if I did. I’m not. I want only to explain. We have friends, quite a few here and along the way, that subsist mainly on alcohol. It’s […]
Continue reading...23 April 2013
In general, when it comes to boats, Murphy is always waiting in the wings bilge to kick up his heels and have a little fun. Gotta hand it to him, dude’s got a twisted sense of humor. Our refrigeration system went offline yesterday, which is a pretty big deal since we no longer live in […]
Continue reading...27 March 2013
“If…anchorage…Duct Tape is on the rocks…,” was pretty much all I picked out before the VHF went crazy with static and people stepping on each other. We turned up the radio and started sweeping the far shoreline with binoculars. “Don’t know if anyone can help…looks pretty bad…please, there’s a boat on the rocks outside the […]
Continue reading...4 March 2013
The first time I met Hans (S/V Lifee P. Baker), he was adrift in a dinghy out in the middle of Cruiseport Village Marina in Ensenada. We were heading the opposite direction, toward the laundromat. “Do you think he needs a tow?” I asked Steve, as we watched Hans trying to resuscitate his outboard. “Wouldn’t […]
Continue reading...7 December 2012
A good steady wind combs the grey cotton wool clouds into a smooth wispy mass that knits itself together pretty well, only showing thin in a few spots, with stars shining through. It’s coming on 9 at night and the fat November moon keeps climbing higher in the sky, dragging her mantle of stars and […]
Continue reading...4 December 2012
While we were hanging out in Ensenada, we became friendly with a neighbor who, honestly—gave off kind of weird vibes from the moment we met him. A couple of other families with kids also got a strange feeling about him and independent of each other, we all came to the conclusion that he was likely […]
Continue reading...21 October 2012
I had a lot of keys. House, deadbolt, garage, camper, racecar, shop door, shop deadbolt, shop other door, shop other deadbolt, shop 3rd door, suitcases, shop storage, shop bathroom, big tool box, side tool box, roll around tool box, race tool box, truck, Subaru, Porsche, Porsche, Porsche, wheel locks, boatyard bathroom, boatyard shower, and the […]
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