Changing The Game

Hola Amigos,

The Trip Without End has found one... or at least an extended stop. Vamos a veer.

Sometimes a wave of fate overtakes you and completely redirects your flow. Powerless to swim against it, you can get swept along... or stand up and enjoy the ride. Mack and I are dropping in.

Amongst the hundred new friends we've made on this trip, three stand out, both in stature and drive.

Kyle, Mike, and Dwight are three former NFL players stoked to kite. They snowboard and surf so the folks at Elevation Kiteboarding should have no problem getting them riding.

Kyle is a hell of a guitar player too.


When not getting after it, they enjoy the good life here in Bahia De Los Sueños (The Bay of Dreams), aka Ensenada De Los Muertos (Cove of the Dead).

I prefer "Cove of the Dead", but it doesn't flow with the general vibe here, so "Bay of Dreams" is it.

It fits.

We've been offered the opportunity to start my dream business, offering boat-assisted, guided downwind kiteboarding excursions. We'll also be setting up and managing a rental fleet of stand up paddle boards, kayaks, snorkel gear, and other toys for the bay.

This is paradise. The sky's the limit.

Everything we need has been handed to us. The boat. The jetski. The truck. We've even got a place to stay, but I'm insisting to remain anchored out in the Bay on La Sin Fin.

My title? Director of Fun.

The company name? Downwind Kiting.

A temporary website should be up tomorrow.

I guess the oilfreefun has been postponed. Big whoop.

YIP YIP!

LOBSTER BISQUE A LA SIN FIN

Homeless, jobless, and away from civilization for weeks at a time, it is the little LUXURIES that keep us safely nestled to the bosom of consumerism-based society.

What LUXURIES do I speak of?

Comfortable seating? Nope.

Socializing? On a good day we didn't have to talk.

The company of exotic women? We didn't see a woman under 40 for three weeks.

Long showers? We rarely had enough water to DRINK. Three weeks without a bath... check the hair.

Alcohol? We ran out three miles South of Playa De Caca. I found myself singing hymns from childhood after 18 days of forced sobriety.

Electricity? The generator works "when it feels like it"... just like us. I guess that's fair.

Music? Mac's ukelele rendition of "Wish You Were Here" is heartwrenching... but only the first 300 times you hear it. These albums saved our lives.

Food? Bingo.

Max set off exploring in hopes of a few hours of solitude. The king of all crabs led him to a lobster trap on the other side of the mountain. Now we eat well.


Plus, a man can only stomach so much oatmeal.

Our cooking methods left a bit to be desired but dankness was achieved.


Big things went down in the middle of writing this post. So its done.

I'll explain.

MOVIE TIME!

Yesterday I watched a movie for the first time in two months. It was pretty awesome to be able to totally zone out for a few hours.

"The Perfect Storm" starring George Clooney and Marky Mark.

Apparently, I can't get enough of this ocean shit.

Here's some videos we made.

Mexican dolphins off the bow.

More hot naked dolphin action.



This is an old one... from off the coast of NORCAL... and nowhere near as SHAKEY... almost pleasant to watch.

We were rolling over MONSTER swell... so big you can't even tell. The wind was pefect and we were running with it. The boat was hitting 11-13 mph on every face. It felt like a mellow rollercoaster.

Mavericks broke for the first time of the season the next day. We were still hundreds of miles away... fast waves.

It kind of shows the perfect vibe on the boat... much of the time things are really shitty... a floating NAUSOLEUM/FEARFACTORY... but once in a while its pretty fucking pleasant.

You'll see.



Later.