This weekend marked my 29th and 30th rides in Rocky Point over the last 3 years.   I am the foremost authority on riding there, heck even Scott (the most encyclopedic trail guy I know) once asked me for gpx’s of the area.   This isn’t saying much, since I am also the only rider down there…just call me the Outlaw Josey Wales.

not quite alone

The new Homeland Security requirements for passports to Mexico are killing our rentals, and even friends have been unable to come with us. But my posts on RP are among the most trafficked on my blog, so the interest is there. Its kinda cool to be the only one showing Rocky Point’s scenes, and its kept me trawling for new pictures. The weekend did not disappoint as I explored the shipyard, though without a friend I was unable to get pics of riding down the gangplanks!   The vids of the staircases were the best I could manage by myself.

My shiny bike is playing havoc on the camera’s autofocus.   But I also think my new Canon Powershot 1100 is a step back from the Powershot 1000 it replaced – not like I know jack about cameras, just seems to have trouble handling intense brightness and contrast.

All weekend we balanced having fun and avoiding heatstroke.   You couldn’t walk on the sand without shoes, but the water was fantastic and no jelly fish.   I bought a bunch of kites for G, and much fun was had.   We also used the pool at The Village for the first time – the security guard lives in the house across the street from us, owned by the woman who sold us our window coverings.   So a little friendly chatting along with us knowing a few owners and we escaped the heat in their excellent pool each night.   The EZ UP was indispensable.

how is it Beckie spends exactly 14 seconds flying the kite with G and gets the best pic?

Poor Alana got sunburned from barely 10 minutes of exposure even with sunscreen on.   We all were feeling pretty fried by Sunday, so spent the day on the balcony where I *gasp* read a book for the first time in forever.   An osprey flew so close to us we could see the mottled color of his wings and the prey still wriggling in his talons.

osprey nest on the pole centered in this picture, taken without zoom from our balcony

taken from the street right under the nest