Puerto Ballandra, Baja California Sur, Mexico.

There are about ten boats here in the bay at the moment which has us scratching our heads because we never see anybody else go ashore. In the last two days we’ve seen one guy. We’re trying to remember if we sat around on the boat that much when it was just the two of us. We don’t think so, but who knows, maybe we did. Hmmmmm, I remember when we could lounge around and do nothing all day. I believe the last time was December 12, 2009.

Ali found this sand dollar today. Well, she spotted it and I swam for it. Ouest was pretty excited, but we warned her that she had to be really careful with it because they break easily. She protected it for a couple of hours as we played on the beach—protected it from Lowe that is. We then climbed into the dinghy to head home and not five seconds later we heard a clank on the floor and looked down to see the sand dollar in pieces. She dropped it on the home stretch. I thought she’d break down, but without missing a beat she reached down, scooped up the pieces, threw them overboard and said, “Papa, you find me more sand dollars?”