Things are different now. In a blatant case of ‘be careful what you wish for’, the heat is here. It appeared overnight. Literally. On our last night shift en route to Cabo, temps soared 20 degrees in a few hours. But even then it was manageable. These last few days the heat executed an insidious…
Zihuatanejo (zee-wah-ta-nae-ho) was merely supposed to be Jade’s final landing town and a place to rest and provision. It offered more through the unlikely connection made at an internet cafe. This comfortable little haven is an easy gateway into the cyberworld and run by a fun and positive Washingtonian with an unusually strong connection with…
Jakob, Paul, Daniel… and Patience~ Wow. Two weeks slipped beneath me, two weeks that are now emblazoned into my life story as a part of my personal mythology. The innate presence of having merged with the patterns of weather, wind, swell and wave that you each embody opened my life to a dimension of relationship…
On our way down the Gold Coast we stopped at a large bay called Tenecatita. We pulled into the first inlet named “The Aquarium”. There used to be a small town here known to locals as Rebalsito up until a year ago. At our previous anchorage in Chamela Bay members of the sailing vessel Neener…
Early afternoon found us approaching Bahia Chamela, and the islands just offshore. We nestled up in a windless nook against one of the islands and scoped out the shore-side scenery: cliffs and sporadic cacti dusted white with salt deposits. It could almost be a winter desert landscape, covered in a light snow. But no, its…
The two weeks time spent in Puerto Vallarta played tricks on our minds, at once seeming to fly by and last forever. Both the Laggner’s and Argelia’s bottomless generosity and hospitality helped us to settle right in. Sarah joined us from CA and we easily found the groove and rhythm of shore-side life. The push…
The three of us had a head cleansing and invigorating experience at Pasquales. This location dished out a solid dose of heavy Mexican surf. Jakob and Paul had the experience first hand, being in the line up, paddling for the beasts. Our plan was to have two guys in the water, one guy in the…
Yesterday Paul and I jumped into the water at Pasquales, a notoriously heavy beach break. To get there we sailed through the night and motored as close as we dared to the open sandy beach with no shelter for Patience. At 45 feet we dropped the anchor, Jade manned the vessel and Daniel took on…
Seven days can seem to flee swift as a northwind, soft as the flutter of a sail or as endless as the waves around me. My senses are filled with sights and smells and tactile newness in an environment that is as different for me, the desert dweller, as the air would be to the…
