Check out our new Topolobampo friends on their bike and skateboard. Video courtesy of the oh-so-talented John Guillote.
First of all, let’s acknowledge the wonderful name of this town. Try it out – say it a few times. You can never say this name and be sad at the same time. Well, almost never. Topolobampo was not an intended stop on our route; it is too far north for most cruisers, Read More
This leg was from Lake Tahoe to Cabo, and Becca prevailed again! Since the water has warmed considerably and jumping in is now a luxury, not a punishment, it was time for a new bet. Loser must: Eat a lime. This was particularly fun for John, who does not like tart things.
Another month; another great issue of 48 North! Check out page 52 for my article about the perspective I got when I stepped away from cruising for a few weeks. If that sounds boring, check it out anywhere because there is a photo of my new baby nephew in it, and he is stinking cute.
“But how will Santa find you?!” It was my dad’s biggest worry when I told him we’d be leaving San Jose del Cabo on Christmas eve, not projected to arrive at Isla Espiritu Santo until sometime Christmas morning. “You need to make it easier on him! How will he bring you presents? Stop before, Read More
Update: click here to read the archived article Check out the December edition of 48 North for one of my favorite articles yet about the absurdity of boat projects (page 30) I was also honored this month to receive a very flattering shout-out in the editor’s note by Joe (on Page 6). I’ve loved writing, Read More
Latitude is a geographic coordinate that specifies the north-south position of a point on the Earth’s surface (thanks, Wikipedia!). They are the lines that run parallel and horizontally around the earth starting at the equator (0 degrees) and moving towards the poles (90 degrees). Each degree of latitude is broken down further into minutes, Read More
It’s 4:07am. This is an hour that humans are built to spend lying horizontally, all muscles relaxed, mind whisked away to fairy tale land. It is an hour with an identity crisis, not yet morning, but hardly still nighttime. A forgotten hour, rarely thought of kindly. I had let out a small whimper last, Read More
That title usually evokes normalcy: explain to me a single day because the rest of them are probably similar. Well, that’s just not the case around here; very little stays the same day to day. So instead of normalcy, I want that title to induce a comparison; this is how we accomplish a set, Read More