Our last journey took us to the Tropic of Cancer, a land of heat and relentless sun, where snorkeling and spearfishing were our daily pastimes. But today we sit beneath a mile deep soup of Seattle fog, awaiting our flight to Alaska and 59 degrees north of the...
As told in the previous post, the trail of the thief ended that morning in front of a high fenced, gringo laden RV park in the middle of nowhere. We were greeted by the owner, a white haired old guy with a gold chain, a billfish tournament t-shirt, and a Tecate Light...
I used to track animals quite often back in Montana. I would track deer for the pragmatic necessity of the hunt. I would track weasels for the opportunity to hone an archaic and esoteric skill. I would track mountain lions for the adrenalin. On April 1st, I tracked a...
Our Baja adventure draws to a close; the desert, the dark skin, the tacos and a life lived by the wind will soon become distant memories. The tears that were shed were many, but they dried before they hit the ground when we were offered positions working at Tutka Bay...
We’d been stuck on 91 for a while, and morale was starting to fade. We had 160 bird species left to see if we hoped to positively identify every bird in Baja, and that meant we had to average about one new species a day for the rest of the trip. But we were prepared...
