March 9 – March 20, 2018. On March 9th we left La Bufadora and drove south, along the Pacific coast to San Quintín. We turned off the main highway Mex1 onto a dirt road, and drove to Cielito Lindo (pretty…
This post is a Fuhgoddaboudit Friday — which means the events in this post happened so long ago we almost forgot about it. But luckily we haven’t completely fuhgoddaboudit and have been able to reach back deep into the recesses…
This post is a Widdershins Wednesday — which means we are turning the hands of time backwards and catching up on our travels we didn’t get a chance to write about last year. In this post we are turning back…
March 5 – March 8, 2018. “Moose!”, Duwan exclaims as we pull into El Mirador campground. Leave it to Duwan to recognize a dog she knows out here in Baja California. She hops out to greet Moose as I find…
February 14 – March 4, 2018. It has been over 6 years since we began our journey. Six years of traveling, house sitting, repairing and improving Blue Wing, outfitting and improving Ballena Blanca, starting adventures and having to turn back,…
February 5 – February 13, 2018. “Open.” Oh, English. That was for me. I open my mouth wider. It’s really my only job here. Hard to believe I was dozing off in a dentist’s chair, with people working in my…
January 28 – February 4, 2018. Journey to Tucson, Third and Final Leg. We were tired from traveling, it was cold, and getting colder as the sun set, but we waited patiently, sitting outside, our gazed fixed on the southwest…
January 24 – January 28. Journey to Tucson, Second Leg. On our drive from New Orleans to Tucson we chatted with our friend Deanna to see if she was ready to “receive” us. We were welcome, of course, but she…
January 3 – January 23, 2018. Journey to Tucson, First Leg. When we left Indiantown Marina on January 18 we had one small plan, get Greg to the dentist. For sometime now Greg has been spitting out deattached crowns and…
“Moose balls!” kind of sounds like a mild expletive. Like something you would say if you broke a nail, spilled a glass of milk, or missed your exit ramp. I could say sailors use mild expletives like this all the…
