Cha,cha, cha, changes

I've had a lot of that in my life lately.  Most of it has been age and resource related things that I just have no control over, it's the basic unfairness of life that guys that like things just the way they are can't keep them that way.  A big change of course will be our return to Mile 14 in a few days and I'm going back with the shortest hair I've had since I was in sixth grade. I really don't know how it happened but I think I like it, the change meister. I came home and a friend in the building said " I've never seen your hair so short"..... I replied "neither have I ".  So somewhere my mom has to be smiling now, she always hated my long hair and maybe that's why I always did it but I think it was just me always refusing to be normal.

I usually get it shaped about twice a year so went to Centro where all the business's work together. A block of hardware , a block of kitchen stuff and an entire block of hair cutters. We got drawn into the one with the leopard stripes and this gal went to work. For fifty peso it's about the most thorough cut you can imagine.....ear hairs, eye brows and I hadn't had a straight razor used to make side walls since I was an army brat.

So looking and feeling like a new man we went out to our favorite local spot for surf fishing. All year it's been dead at 4th point but I just love the isolation and the view of our city. This day we had huge comers on the beach and although we do it so routinely it really is quite dangerous as you need to get near the water for distance and then back up the steep beach for the next wave....always following the surf caster rule to not turn your back to the ocean. Here's a pic of the view and a pic of  Slah that kind of captures what we do.....

To give you little better feeling for it I shot this short video. On a day like this the sound of the surf is rock concert quality. We've fished at Dimas before that when the wave crashed down in front of you it throws the marble like rocks that the beach is made of and man they feel like they could break your leg....I'll bet it's happened.

We jumped the sabalo centro at 7 am for one of our favorite things, a long hike over the mountain back into town from the harbor and then through old town as it comes to life and finally breakfast at the mercado overlooking the town as it's finally up and running. This day we decided to hump the stairs to the old Mirador restaurant all 179 of them.

This handrail less skyway used to give MP the Willies but she's a season Mazatlateco now.

When we got back down to Olas Altas we came across a huge military ceremony, Benito Juarez day. My neighbors here in Mazatlan do pageantry about as good as I've ever seen so we took a spot and watched the event, very cool. We even knew some of the people there which added to it all. Security was at defecon 4 which we see from time to time, it left me wondering two things....why would anybody try and do something weird at this kind of event and if they did....well, they'd have to be some kind of brain dead dumb because the good guys were in force. How's about the size of that flag? Oh....the security guys don't like having pictures taken so it's kind of a stealth thing that didn't work so good but I assure you that humvee has a full loaded machine gun in the turret.

So the next time you hear from me I'll be over 5000 miles away from Mazatlan. I guess I'm feeling a little strange about things now in our lives with just so much spinning and spinning and.....But then I guess the human condition works like this, unfortunately even the coolest things in life can become routine and that's why guys like me gotta keep moving....to freshen them up as we navigate through life. I know MP's ready go and that's good enough for me. Kinda funny, I see her really happy when she arrives at her home in Mexico and then again when she arrives at her home in  Alaska...I guess that's the deal, and I'll take it.