Tales from the Depths
59 Degrees North
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...
Field Notes From The Seattle Airport
Homer, Alaska is renowned as one of the great birdwatching areas in the world, and early May in particular brings a massive migration of shorebirds to the coastal areas near town. Millions of these avian sojourners stop in to take advantage of the mudflats exposed...
Selkie Rides Again
The new owner walked down the dock and as we came into view he threw up his arms and shouted "Selkie!" Two days of grueling travel hadn't dampered his excitement for his new boat. Before we parted ways he handed us a beautiful, hand sewn ditty bag that he'd made and...
Tuck Your Pant Legs Into Your Socks, People
*Our apologies to those email subscribers who received this post prematurely a few weeks ago* Here’s a rogue’s gallery of some of the leggier, spinier, weirder and downright scarier critters that have crossed our paths in the last few months traversing the Baja...
A Matter of Perspective
*Our apologies to those email subscribers who received this post prematurely a few weeks ago* We were stuck in Puerto Escondido, waiting out yet another norther (the one that clocked in at 39 knots), and we had to fill our days with something other than slamming...
A Bad Omen: The Curse Wears Thin – Part 4
We talked to the guards at the marina. We filed a police report. We offered a reward. But still we had no hope to ever see our beloved Subaru again. Then, two days after it went missing, we got a mysterious email. The long and short of it was that a gringo had seen...
A Bad Omen: Robbed Again-Part 3
As was mentioned before in Bri and Rob's post describing the Curse of the Chinese Lantern, we have had a run of very bad luck. After the manhunt and a somber day of watching Bri and Rob change all their passwords and cancel all their accounts, we settled into the...
A Bad Omen: The Militant Canadian – Part 2
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...
A Bad Omen: Footprints Of A Thief – Part 1
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...
A Bad Omen And The Worst Week Of The Trip
Let me start this story by stating that I have long been a non believer. Superstition, witchcraft and other belief systems that are light on evidence and heavy on faith generally bring out the scientific skeptic in me. But two days ago, I felt the wrath of my first...
Shark Attack…or Sharks Get Attacked
We were scanning the East Cape coastline, waiting to get another glimpse of a shadow of a roosterfish, when two pangas began heading our way. They gunned it right before they hit land and launched themselves high up onto the sand, an expeditious anchoring...
Eyeball to Eyeball With Gray Whales
We’ve had visitors this past month, and we were hoping to find things that would really impress them and prove our worth as maritime tour guides. We figured whale watching would bring in the big tips, so off we went to Todos Santos on the Pacific coast of Baja....