Of course, one of the most well-known sailing phrases is “Highest highs and lowest lows.” I really don’t care for this phrase, but in some cases, it’s just too true. This means that all the wonderful things are truly spectacular whereas the lows are the lowest they can ever be. That day, the Boobie bird…

We arrived back in La Paz on the 13th of January, this time in preparation for our hop to mainland Mexico. We again spent a while frantically ordering boat parts and me frantically hanging out with friends. It was definitely busy! We went for a nice drive to Todos Santos, a hip surf town. Then,…

Huh. You’re still here. Wow, surprising. We left off around the 17th of December, and now I’m starting 2019’s beginning. And it starts with some rain. Eventually, New Year’s Day rolled around. That time when you look back on how you failed last year’s resolution and shrug, look back on what you accomplished and also…

Next we headed to San Evaristo, another acutely small but scenic fishing town with mostly shacks and a restaurant that only opens every other day, but not today because today isn’t every other day. (Kudos to those people who recognized this and love logical fallacies!) We spent only a night there and then started off…

We stayed in Raza Inlet for as long as we could, however our food got pretty low and if we wanted to refrain from eating crackers and cat kibbles, we’d have to head to La Paz. La Paz is considered the metropolis of Baha Mexico, with grocery stores that have two floors, movie theaters and…

Finally, we reached Cabo San Lucas! Civilization never seemed so sweet. We anchored and dressed and got ready to go to El Squid Roe, a family “friendly” bar and restaurant. It’s filled with lights, shouting, loud music and dancing. Not to mention heavy drinking. I didn’t like it at all, and at the end of…

We left for the Haha on the 29th of October, for a two day and a bit passage to Bahía de Tortugas – Turtle Bay in English. The Baja Haha is a big armada this year about 160 boats or rally of boats which go from San Diego to Cabo San Lucas through a series…

(Photos can be viewed here and here) It may have seemed fickle to want to go to Los Angeles for my birthday instead of Avalon, but let me clarify: we were going to Avalon whether or not we went to L.A, so I decided one more stop before we got there wouldn’t be too bad….

(Photos can be viewed here) The next morning, on the 24th, we arrived in the real otter-tropolis: Morro Bay. I swear, we saw probably about 60 of them altogether. That may not seem like a high number, but otters were severely hunted and culled throughout the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, dropping their numbers to around…

(Photos can be viewed here) Being rudely interrupted is the worst. A friend ruining your joke’s punch line, stubbing your toe whilst walking, burping in a conversation… the list goes on. But for me, it was sleeping only to wake up being rolled across my berth. No thanks. I don’t get seasick, unlike my dad…