Sometimes, feeling at home is as simple as slipping into a once-visited harbor. With the Mazatlan crossing behind us, and a week or so of intermittant heavy winds ahead, we […]

Something we are slowly learning from this sailing life is to expect that we will seldom encounter that which we expect to find. This disconcerting maxim is followed by the […]

‘Tis the night before Christmas in Old Mazatlan, Carla and Wade are making a plan. For dinner, tamales, and plenty of mole, (and of course, being Christmas, it must rhyme […]

Mazatlan is an ancient word from the Nahuatl indians meaning “place of the deer,” and after 20 days here in the big city, we are longing for more deserted pastures. […]

Here’s a video of our trip on the Copper Canyon railway, or “El Chepe” as it is lovingly called in Mexico. It’s about 25 minutes long, and someday I may […]