I am back in Mexico again, and back on Altair. My trusty sailboat was anxious to get out and moving, and I believe she was nervous about the big Hurricane that came nearby not long ago, but she was spared any damages from that by the Sierra Madre, the mountains that protect this area, much like the pantheon of Olympus would protect the underlings in Greece. Hot, humid conditions, however, are taking their toll on the machinery, and I am doing my best to do battle to that. Last wednesday, I took Altair out of the marina and out to go surfing, to my normal haunts and anchorages near this area. A dark cloud sprung up from the south and the extremely warm water (which was 90 degrees F) fueled the convection frenzy. The winds howled and I shivered with fear and the lee shore drew closer, but through the night the anchor held and we passed through the storm without too much trouble. It was the biggest storm I've seen here, winds over 40 kts and waves near 8 ft. It turned out that the Hurricane wasn't the big problem, but rather an unnamed storm that gave me the biggest scare.
Before Mexico, back up in Bellingham, I got a few pictures. One of sunset at my brother's house, and one of his best man's daughter, in a bucket, the highlight of the wedding presents.
And on the trip down, in which my friend Wes and I drove, we stopped in the middle of the desert in Arizona and I got a few shots of a cactus.
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Glad you didn't drag into that fancy hotel in Punta Mita.
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