we got down to RP last weekend. we saw this weekend coming up open and used our in-season week to hold it, really needed to chill from my workhell and Beckie changing jobs.

we went, we rolled through Maricopa and G was asleep and we thought we had just enough fumes to make Gila Bend, and we did, but for some BACF pulling out in front of us at 10 mph and i slowed so down from 75 to 10, and so we ran out of gas 1 mile from the end of the Mobile road. I rode it out on my bike, I knew this was coming, and I kinda got a twisted enjoyment out of saving us with my bike. in the convenience store I walked up to the counter with the bike in one hand and the gas can in the other, and asked for the can plus the price of a gallon. This feaked out the cashier, who said whuh whuh??? it took her a while to tumble to the siteeation. A mile back with a fistful of gas, and on our way we were. but abrief 25 minute delay…should have stopped in Maricopa.

The rest of the trip was good times. Mexico times. Many good photos of G and K. and this video of many seabirds feeding on a pod of fish. The darkness is not a trick of the eyes, its the fish.

At night we watched “8 Below” about some sled dogs who were left to fend for themselves one winter in Antartica. It was cool, but I swear Kila got emboldened by the movie. The next day on the beach she was very assertive, playing and pushing other dogs around — it was like an Italian guy watching Rocky. You can see them romping in the backround of one of the pictures.