Revolution Day. Another worthy cause for celebration—or at least for the young kids to get dressed up in their traditional Mexican garb. Ouest and I stop here after school almost every day for tacos and/or taquitos. Oh my god—the pork tacos. Lowe spends the majority of his days playing with … Read More
The Bull Fighter
Yesterday I went out to the boat to run a test on the engine. The test consisted of nothing more than pulling the exhaust header off a couple of inches so I could see inside the exhaust ports. The coolant has been disappearing all on its own overnight, and we … Read More
San Carlos to Mazatlan
Four days, two-thousand pictures, four minutes. My rather uneventful sail from San Carlos to Mazatlan.
Cathedral
A walk around the Basílica de la Inmaculada Concepción. Or the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception. Or just the plain old Cathedral. Completed in 1899 it’s looking as good as the day they installed the last blood-stained statue. I sincerely mean that—it really is a beautiful place. The cathedral is just … Read More
Could It Be The…
Yesterday morning I took my new torque wrench and went back to the boat to wreak havoc. I torqued the head bolts, in sequence, to a smudge under 110, just like the manual said. Just about every bolt took a half turn. I then adjusted the valves and closed the … Read More
Twenty-seven and forty-seven months
Ouest is one month from being four years old. Which sucks because she was finally getting good at answering the “how old are you” question correctly. Now we have to start all over again. Meanwhile Lowe just had a monumental month. Yes, he no longer pees in diapers, he pees … Read More
On My Way South
I was up early yesterday with a million things to do still before 8 a.m. Top of the list was running up to the grocery store for some Dramamine. I can’t leave on a longish passage without Dramamine pills for the first day, one in the morning and one in … Read More