The Lost Week

When we first started in Mazatlan I always said I wanted to stay long enough I could forget what I did the first week. Well, I think we're there, I'm even having trouble remembering just last week. It could be because of the foul weather. I hate to complain and I know with all my friends in the frozen north its hard to get and sympathy but it was flat cold here. The official coldest in 50 years, which wouldn't have been so bad but the northern air hit along with hurricane force winds. The first pic was the view on thursday morning from our headquarters here at mile 5214 south. Our friend Deb Germano lives over on the beach in Sabalo and with leaky windows she cleaned the house the next day with a shovel.

My routine is pretty simple. I go fishing most mornings with the team out north and get home around 11:00. Then I love to nap on the north terrace. With the surf sound and people talking and the warm sun on you it creates this sensational cozy-white noise environment that makes me dream some tremulous dreams. The next pic is what I had to do to get that done last week. I'm reading Dan Browns Lost Symbol and about 10 minutes from la la land.

So what do you do when its indoors time in Mazatlan ? Well....you go to the casino. You get a massage. You have Pacifico and talk about the weather and you go shopping. So the other day found us at my favorite grocery store, Leys. Anybody that knows me knows that for some weird reason I love to grocery shop, even at home, its social and interesting with me. So that part is even better in Mexico where Leys is the most 'mexican' of the big box stores . Where else could you find all the makings of mexico's traditional hangover cure...menudo. Its a briney tripe soup sometimes with pork shank meat and fat. mmmmm....I really like it.

But nothings forever, especially the weather so it cleared the other day and life is back to normal. We were treated to this sunset last night, I thought it was spectacular. Theres always discusions of the famous 'green flash' when the sun just drops out of the sky. But I prefer these semi-cloudy sunsets where the colors reflect and jump from spot to spot. Sometimes the water and the sky are the same color and I'd bet you the guy in that panga boat and me are feeling about the same at the time I took this pic, feeling our place in the world...inspired with the routine beauty.

This next pic gives you an idea of where I spend most mornings. The best I can figure is that we're about 8 miles north what they're calling 'nuevo Mazatlan'. We usually go to one of three spots and to tell you which is which I don't know. Some of the names are ours and some are known by all....Black Rock, Gringo Point, Two Bridges, 3rd Point, 2nd point , 1st point and the Playground. Sometimes theres other fisherman but never more than a couple rigs, mostly its just us. The guy in the middle of the next pic works in Alaska and has fished the Kenai. I believe Slah said his name is Martin and he's throwing a 13' Breakaway rod and the lure is flying the proverbial country mile. Its a gorgeous thing watching the crew at work. Slah casts far enough that he doesn't like to get his feet wet, especially early in the morning. Ernesto is kind of the ironman, he just stands and casts and casts and casts and......Me and Jay kind of like the rythm of the surf, out to cast, climb the beach as the lure sails and then turn and start the retrieve after it sinks a bit. Thats the routine.