It’s days like today, when the work load threatens to swallow me and all my energy is toward -go- that I really open my appreciation factor to the magic of Baja. I start to dream of the water, the beach, my friends. I get itchy to be on a fishing boat, a dive boat, a sailboat, my kayak. Every bit of me is directed toward heading south.
As my friend, Lynn Brown, would say, “Patience, Buddy.”