Betsy & Cathy under the palapa

LAX to Loreto.  Straight shot.

We leave the craziness of Los Angeles/Orange County and our fast paced lives, and settle down.  Betsy and Cathy sit on lounge chairs and sip hot coffee.  The skies are steamy, aka Maxwell Parish.  The humidity slides over our skin like the soft spray of a shower..

Cathy & Betsy enjoy the morning.

I sit in my corner, my morning place and key the words that ground me.  For the moment, I am home.  I’ve left the financial and emotional challenges that have dogged me for months far behind.  This trip is about adventure.  About being/getting away.  About finding waves (if there are any).  And about spending time with good friends.

We make lists of things we need for the Pacific side.  We  move slowly. There is no hurry.  It’ss just us and a long drive to a place the girls have never been .

Last night, we defrosted the black beans I froze last trip and salmon.  I cooked rice and squash.  Girl food.

Watched ‘Riding Giants’ as if to prime ourselves .. fell alseep during the waves ……