Someone recently asked us: “How did you make the decision to live on a boat?” And someone else asked: “What will you take away from this trip?” It was a road trip to Bellingham in September of 2011, the Pacific Ocean in our rearview mirror and...
The norther had blown hard for three days, and while the birdwatching had been good, we were really waiting for Friday morning when the wind would lay and all those hungry birds that had been hunkering down would come out to feast. Friday morning came and from the...
Our stopover in Puerto Escondido was supposed to last for two days, just long enough to fill our tanks and buy groceries for the next month long leg to La Paz. Two days ended up being nine days as a nasty norther blew through, bringing winds that were clocked at 39...
We’ve seen it a few times now, sometimes in sheltered bays and sometimes well offshore over hundreds of feet of water. It appears in well defined plumes, clouds of a blood red substance in the water running in huge streaks, sometimes stretching for miles. We’ve sailed...
Yes, yes, go ahead and hurl your vitriol, your libel and your scathing insults that are so justly deserved. We will be the first ones to admit it: we have become a couple of thin-skinned Sallies. The water temperature dropped below 70 degrees and we have resorted to...
In Caleta San Juanico, a sleepy little bay north of Loreto, lies a shrine. From afar you wouldn’t guess it, in fact, from afar you’d guess there laid a site of vandalism or perhaps a trash heap. But upon closer inspection you can see that this grand tree in the...
