Look who is sitting in that barber chair. That’s right, Ouest got her first haircut. She’ll be four in a week, so I think it may have been time. Up to now it’s only been Ali giving her a trim, and even that was only two times. She did exactly … Read More
Out and About
Out and about the past couple of days. We went for an evening stroll down to the fishermen’s end of the beach, watched a big group of kids play baseball in the sand and our kids poke around in the boats and sand for treasure. Ouest seems certain that any … Read More
More Nonsense
First off, I was apparently fooled about the valve sleeves/liners/jackets, whatever they are called. The engine doesn’t have those. The manual shows them, which is why I thought it did have them—but it doesn’t. So anyway, we put the engine back together, fired it up and ran it for a … Read More
The Leak Hunt
Yesterday, with the help of a mechanic and his partner, we tore apart the engine. This time instead of ripping off the head we dug into the belly. We wanted to get the oil pan off so we could have a look at the underside of the valves and see … Read More
Uninspired
I have to say that the past few days I’ve been feeling pretty uninspired. I’ve been spending a lot of time on the boat, going out there in the morning before the kids get up and coming back around noon tired and not much fun. Tomorrow a mechanic is going … Read More
Revolution
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
