The Santa Rosalia malécon. I’m loving this town and having a hard time figuring out why no other cruisers have shown up. The marina is empty despite the fact that 9 out of 10 Sea of Cortez cruisers are hauling out or leaving their boats in San Carlos—just seventy-five miles … Read More
Trick Feet, Sick Feet
This morning we walked up the hill planning to have breakfast at the hotel we stayed in a few years back while passing through town. The homes up here are clearly where the officers of the mining company lived a hundred years ago—well spaced, large, and located where they might … Read More
Around Town
This is how we spent the day in Santa Rosalia—a town quickly becoming a Bumfuzzle favorite.
Santa Rosalia Cooling
“We’re not talking just to hear ourselves talk.” I kid you not, I said that today. I could almost see my dad’s bushy black mustache moving up and down in the reflection of Ouest’s eyes. Seriously though, how do kids just listen to what you say and then turn their … Read More
Overnight to Santa Rosalia
We left last night right after putting the kids to bed. And after a star-filled inky black night we arrived in Santa Rosalia just after breakfast, bypassing in the dark what has to be one of the best bays in the Sea—Concepcion. But hey, we’ve got nothing cold to drink, … Read More
Calm Mornings
We’ve made no headway on the refrigeration. So that’s out of the way. Gorgeous calm night, gorgeous calm morning, and gorgeous calm day on the beaches. This bay has a few anchorages on the north end and this one on the south. We had this one all to ourselves. Cruising … Read More
San Juanico
We moved north up to Caleta San Juanico today mainly because we have been soaking up so much battery power trying to run the AC fridge and squeeze out a degree or two of coolness out of it that our batteries are dead. So instead of running them all day … Read More
Green Agua
After a morning dip in Ballandra we motored a couple of hours to Punta Pulpito where we dropped the hook in twelve feet of green water. “Green agua Papa, why?” “Yep, it’s green. I don’t know why.” “Me no like green agua—like blue. Why green Papa?” The island is a … Read More
Find Sand Dollar Papa
Motored out of Puerto Escondido today and just a few hours north to Puerto Ballandra where we enjoyed a few days earlier this month. For hours Ouest repeated the phrase, “Me want you to find a sand dollar, Papa.” Cute at first, annoying as hell after number one hundred. Fortunately … Read More
Mer-Kids
Ouest took another leap forward with her swimming today—swimming underwater. She’s been putting her head under while swimming for months, but always just for a second. Today she stayed under and stroked, and stroked, and stroked. And every time she came up she was smiling as wide as her mouth … Read More
Fly This Car to Minnesota
We stood on the sidewalk of the airport this morning and said goodbye to grandma and grandpa. Grandma cried, told Ouest she’d be back soon, and then disappeared inside. “All right Ouest, let’s go to the market,” Ali said. “No. Grandma’s coming back. She’s going to come to Bumfuzzle.” For … Read More