Three thousand dollars and one day later, the kayaks arrived to an unmarked house behind a restaurant…
What marine mammal doesn’t swim, and how does it get to eat lobster?
A busy afternoon at the guide house, full of life, laughter, and a touch of mayhem.
The swell is indeed bigger this morning. We don’t need to open our eyes to know. Besides, it’s still dark when we awake…
It was a windy week. A sailboat heading south reported north winds of 30-40 knots. Palm trees at the hotel did a lot of lopsided yoga. Gusts of blowing dirt found us even in the pool.
I was blown away by our first official kayak-sailing trip, in a wonderful way. A custom group came from Washington state, organized by Jim & Mary who’ve paddled with us almost annually since our very first trip in 2007.
We made it to Isla Monserrate, the first commercial sea kayaking outfitters to do so, that I know of.
The biggest challenge of the Loreto Islands Challenge, Part 1, was keeping cool.
“Flexibility is the key to greater air power,” says my fighter pilot brother-in-law. It’s true of kayak courses as well. The conditions were always good for something.
