Some Things Never Change...

Hey All,

Si hay frio dan calor y si hay calor dan sombra.

A well developed sense of humor is shitproof... clods of crap just bounce right off.

A week of sailing with Keel went as well as could be hoped and then we got in three days of SURREAL kiting here in La Paz. Derek called "BEST SESSION EVER" while demoing my new Bandit Dos 9.

Pluggy, eh?

Keel found a great piece of art so anyone in Jackson should stop by the HAUNTED Fish Creek House and see it.

The best kiter in the world is currently sleeping on my boat. I am speaking, of course, of Will Taggart from Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

Sorry Wayne... it is close.

We're going to MURDER Bahia De La Ventana today and then I'm gonna get the hell out of La Paz.

Mom and Dad, I'll be flying home out of somewhere south... I'll know where soon.

Its time to move on. Its time to get going.

Hasta El Tope!

MAX

Livin' Small

Hey All,

I just got back from a week of sailing in the Sea of Cortez. If we didn't run out of gas and food, I don't think I'd have ever come back.

The wind never nuked so we didn't kite. The highlight of the trip was swimming with sea lions and having them follow the dink back to our anchorage... where they played in the bioluminescent water all night long.

It was only annoying from midnight until sunrise. Every time they surface they breathe... loud.

If part of the trip was being broke, I'm succeeding. Never been this broke before... never this excited.

About what? Sailing to and kiting the Gulf of Tehuantepec. It averages force 6 there year round. In summary...

Mountains funnel wind from Gulf of Mexico...

Through here... flatwater lagoon... and waves outside... blowing off to side off

Creating this...

Yep. I'm already there in my mind. Collect a few debts. Teach some lessons. Visit MN in late Feb. And then I'm FINALLY back underway.

Take care.

MAX

ON TOP

What up y'all.

I rode over a whale shark while kiting and then life started getting good.  I almost hit its tail, looked down, and saw the enormous spotted back inches below my fins.  Surreal.

The ingrate decrapped my rig... good riddance.  Suerte, amigo.

A dog chose me and a local woman chose to pay the vet bills.  Last night, Maestra spent her first night on my boat.  She did great.

If you don't know what "MAESTRA" means you really should have paid more attention in Spanish Class.

And then the best news of all came in today... so stop meddling... check YOUR OWN head.

None of ya'll are in any position to judge me.

Anyway, I'm straight.  You'll see.

Much love.

MAX

Let Me Embellish...

40 days and 40 nights in the Bay of the Dead taught some major lessons.

The goal was getting rich.

The lesson reaffirmed is that I don't want to get rich.

Money kills just as often as it saves.

Right?!  Why not.

My only regret is that I didn't consume that fate-tossed mindbender until AFTER the Holidays.  I wish I had been home with my loving family over Christmas instead of volunteering for decreasingly-appreciative, ego-gigantastic, pseudo-amigos.

That's Life!  No regrets.

Somewhere between quitting and getting fired, I left.  I sailed to La Paz and am setting up shop there for the time being.

Priorities will be calling me back to the WINONA sometime soon.  Somehow there will be money to put the boat on a dock and then I'm back to MINNESOTA to face childhood.

And eventually... hopefully... EL VIAJE will continue... all the way to PATAGONIA.

Pictures, Schmictures.  Y'all need to relearn how to read.

My mom could teach you.

Much Love,

MAX

GET OUT!

I GOT NO PICS CUZ I GOT NO CAMERA.

I GOT NO CAMERA CUZ I GOT NO MONEY.

I GOT NO MONEY CUZ I GOT NO JOB.

I GOT NO JOB BECAUSE I GOT NO TIME...

...TO WASTE.

LIFE HAS NEVER BEEN BETTER.

I'M BACK ON THE WAVE AND THE TRIP GOES ON.

NO MORE BULLSHIT WANNABE DEVELOPMENT NONSENSE.

I AM IN LA PAZ.

GOT A LESSON TO TEACH AND SOME FAT SHRIMP TO GRILL.

GOTTA GO.

I LOVE AND MISS Y'ALL.

MAX