“Let’s go feed the birds.” That’s how our days generally get kickstarted now. After three or four hours of morning in which nothing much gets accomplished—some breakfast, some playing, at least some crying, some snacking, some dishes, some coloring, some bed jumping—Ouest finally makes the decision for us; it’s time … Read More
Mazatlan Kids
Well it’s taken a couple of days to get settled down here in Mazatlan, but it’s feeling good. After fourteen hours on a bus I arrived at our house just as the kids were waking up. They were still doing that little kid sleepwalk, rubbing their eyes and dragging their … Read More
Guaymas to… San Carlos?
A little piece I like to call, “A stupid crappy sail in a stupid crappy boat to a stupid crappy place.”
Out of the Water
The boat got hauled out of the water this morning. Two guys came out in a panga to pick me up and pull me in. The guy that came aboard with me acted as if he had never been on a boat before. It was actually pretty funny watching him … Read More
What a Trip
This is the longest post ever. But frankly, I’m too tired to split it up. So here goes. Conditions were primo yesterday when I took off, twelve knots of wind on the beam and we were flying along. “This is going to be easy.” Winds stayed up around 8 throughout … Read More
It’s a Sailboat, Sail It
All right, it’s been two days—where do I start? Well I don’t really know. After a few hours, reading e-mail, talking to friends, I came to a conclusion: the head gasket is blown and the cause of the overheating that caused it was the Bar’s Head Gasket Repair that I … Read More
Overheating
Man, that day did not go as planned. It started off well enough. I picked up the fish—yay! Still alive. I can’t believe it. This is how you transport a fish on a Mexican bus. Then I got back to work on the engine. A while back I noticed that … Read More
Alone in Mexico
I kissed Ali and the kids goodbye and walked into the airport at eight o’clock in the morning. I finally reached the boat at six the next morning. Nobody said flying to Tucson and hopping a bus to Mexico was an efficient choice. But it did turn out to be … Read More
Midnight Border Run
The other day I asked the owner of this café if his son would be interested in watching Mango the fish—we’d pay him of course. The kid said he would but then realized he was going to the States in a couple of weeks and it wouldn’t work out. That’s … Read More
Work, Work, Work.
Warning: This post contains entirely too much boat work talk. Here is the e-mail conversation Ali and I just had (that’s right, e-mail conversation, because we don’t know how to text or IM or whatever the hell it is): Ali: No blog posts. Have you been taking pictures? Me: Haven’t … Read More