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. …
Month: April 2011
An internet cafe and a Mexican ranch
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…
The Vessel of Being
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,…
Welcomed to Tenecatita at Gunpoint
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…
First days on the Mexican gold coast
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…
Southbound out of Puerto Vallarta
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…
Caleta de Campos and Nexpa
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…
Welcome to mainland Mexico surfing
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.…
7 Days at Sea
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…
