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Lonesome Dove Ranch, Utah
2010 Road Trip Continued ...from Devil's Tower, Wyoming.
JOHNNY TEQUILA AND CINDY'S - SOUTHEAST UTAH
While researching our route south for interesting and/or unusual places, I see that we have a golden opportunity to visit some old and dear Baja
amigos. "Johnny Tequila and Cindy."
Probably a few of you Baja vets will remember this nice couple? We met sometime around 1986. They lived for many years aboard thier trimaran,
Quetzal, sailed all around the Baja coasts, but most often anchored it within the Bay of Conception and in front of mi casa at
Coyote. For some time ashore, JT also built a primitive, but very cozy camp, (Rcho Lonesome Dove), on some leased acreage
in a desert arroyo near the old Posada airport south of Mulege. We had some fine times at Lonesome Dove back then.
Johnny plays a great guitar, is a songwriter, and sang many nights around my patio firepit at Coyote Bay. He would talk to a newcomer to my
firenights..and then come up with a personal ballad about that person. Always a hit and always amazed the recipients.
He has many other talents..including chiropractor, carpenter, and chew-the-fat master. Also one of us characters who try to be self-sufficient..and
who can "build a shopping center out of a Q-tip." (remember that quote from a certain Harrison Ford movie?..now tell me which movie?)
Cindy is/was an RN nurse who went to further studies in the medical field. But much more than that, she was a great help to all who needed her in
Baja. A delightful and welcome hostess-in-waiting for a lot of my early bachelor parties at Coyote Bay.
An interesting anecdote that Cindy will not mind if I share with you:
A long time ago, my father came to visit me at Coyote, and during the course of his stay I took him for a boat ride around Conception Bay. I decided
to stop by mi amigos, JT & Cindy, for coffee. Like me, Dad was an avid coffee drinker at all times of the day.
Well, JT & Cindy had anchored Quetzal behind one of our Coyote islands..for privacy, as they often went
au natural..nude.
It was my fault...I knew that JT and Cindy would be nude..as they always were when on the boat and to themselves. A lot of boaters do the same..fewer
clothing makes for fewer trips to the laundromat. It was a normal thing for us Baja characters...but not this time!
The thing is ..my father is/was a little old school, and an unknown nudie, good-looking as she was, would be awkward for him to handle. Not against
it, just not his usual experience.
Well, I came around the corner and pulled up alongside the Quetzal to have that coffee and introduce Dad to JT & Cindy.
JT is a quick study, saw my father was with me..and was on the other side of the boat by this time putting on a loin-cloth..but poor Cindy was right
there..and was taken by surprise and had no time to get dressed, as she had to grab my boat's gunnels to hold it in place and not rub the
catamaran..completely nude and kneeling right in front of my Dad's face with a knowing grin on her face.
Well...My father got one glimpse of a charm that is usually clothed and hidden from public view..and quickly turned and looked steadily out to sea.
I grinned and said, "Dad, I'd like to introduce to my friend, Cindy. Cindy, this is my father, Clarence."
"Hi, glad to meet you, Mr. ______...Clarence."
My dad stuck his hand out blindly behind him and said, "My pleasure, Cindy..believe me."
I had to bite my lip to keep from roaring.
They became fast amigos after that hilarious intro..and JT/Cindy and Dad laughed a bunch in the remaining days when they took Dad sailing. Good
times, good friends.
After many enjoyable years in Baja, JT & Cindy finally sold thier boathome, Quetzal, and moved back to the USA, finding a nice home in SE Utah
about 6 years ago. The improvements JT made at Rcho Lonesome Dove, Baja were donated back to the landowner, Manuel Diaz. The only thing they
kept..was the name..which they gave to thier new home in the USA.
This area of Utah is very quiet and peaceful...with lots of BLM land surrounding the little village of 15 people. 15 people? Yup..and a few
trains rumbling by.
JT/Cindy's home in SE Utah. JT is not a 'normal' guy. The place he picks for a home has to have trains, a 100 yr-old barn, & wooden fences, and
a vintage fire truck.
JT always wanted to be a fireman..and now he is the Town Fire Chief (crew of 1) For that honor, he gets to restore the old firetruck. 
JT and Cindy greet us at thier Utah home. (They had no choice as thier house is on a dead end road.) And Johnny is amused as
Co-Pilot trys backing up the boat trailer...turning too sharp..and jack-knifes. A hilarious moment as I frantically try to
signal her to stop...sigh. Certain drivers are only meant for forward travel.
Old casa photo of JT and crew in kitchen - Coyote 1989 or so? A lot younger Johnny is far right. Others present are the famous Jean Pierre, a French
Algerian and true Baja character. He was called Pico de Oro or some such name, and briefly ran the old Hacienda cantina, Casablanca. {The same
place that Pierce (infamous nomad Palmetto) ran later as the Pelican Reef Cafe.} Chantelle, Pier's neice from Paris, Chuck Riley, our resident
Irishman (ex-Air America), and other Baja characters of old.
Old photo - Flapjack-Off Contest at Playa Escondido. JT is on van roof presenting me with a prize for 1st Place. I made my mother's recipe:
Icelandic crepes. Ahem...so light they all floated away...honest.
Old photo - beach launching tin boat at Agua Verde - 1988 We had some real fun going up and down that old canyon ridgetrail. I drove my old
Minnie-Winnie down that suicide grade. Fishing/diving was good, though.
Old photo - a few parties at mi casa con amigos. Johnny Tequila singing an playing his guitar, of course. Nasty Nettie, Bordeaux Betty, etc..we
all got nicknames back in the day. And we all had fun helping Bob and Evelyn build thier dream home in the Mulege river valley...gulp!
Old photo - JT's Quetzal takes on water when rudder breaks off during a freak windstorm (chubasco) at Playa Escondido.
Back to the present, JT and Noche are in the living room. I intoduced this wonderful dog to them as a puppy while we were all on a camping trip to a
remote beach north of La Paz about 12 years ago. The poor little gal came up to my campfire one night..hiding from the coyotes who had eaten her
mother...and were now searching for her. Your're quite the survivor, Noche.
Cindy puts her feet up after a long workday and commute..opps, that's Dr. Cindy now. RN turned MD...she studied/worked hard and is
now practicing.
Co-Pilot comments on menu for dinner.."Ah..Italian pasta with tomato? But Cindy, I must tell you I am from Milano.
Northern Italians do not use tomato sauce. We seldom eat pasta..and when we do we use a different kind of pasta without a red sauce..or rice.
But...many thanks for the kind thought."
(Note to self: Remember to throw away all the Prego & Ragu sauces at mi casa.)
Co-Pilot feeds Mac, the house hound...
TO BE CONTINUED...unless I am banned...or meet a naked boat lady.
I do what the voices in my tackle box tell me.
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Pompano
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"What happens in Vegas..."
Gotta hurry to finish this road trip report..before the next one starts!
Preview to the next stop:
Las Vegas, naturally. 
I have learned Italian. It's easy, same as Spanish.
Si and No.
Vegas to be continued after I return my bank's call...
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LAS VEGAS - 'THE MEADOWS'
ROAD TRIP 2010
LAS VEGAS
When most people think of Las Vegas, they picture the glow of the vibrant strip, the magnificent and spacious hotels, and the variety and splendor of
the famous casinos. Today, you're never far from the glitz and glamor of the vibrant and exciting nightlife. But as a brief history of Las Vegas
Nevada will indicate, it wasn't always this way.
(As some of you know, I'm a history buff, so please bear with me.)
Prehistory
The prehistoric landscape of what is now the Las Vegas Valley and most of southern Nevada was a virtual marsh of abundant water and vegetation. Over
the course of hundreds of thousands of years, rivers that were present sank into the ground, and the marsh receded. The valley evolved into a parched,
arid landscape that only supported the hardiest of animals and plants.
At some point in the valley's geologic history, the water that had been submerged below the terrain sporadically resurfaced and flowed into what is
now the Colorado River. This helped proliferate luxurious plant life, creating a wetland oasis in the Mojave Desert landscape.
Evidence of prehistoric life in Las Vegas Valley manifested in 1993 when construction workers discovered the remains of a Columbian mammoth.
Paleontologists estimate that the mammoth roamed the area some 8,000 to 15,000 years ago.
Native Americans lived in the Las Vegas Valley, beginning over 10,000 years ago. Archeologists have discovered baskets,
petroglyphs, pictographs and other evidence in diverse locations, including Gypsum Cave and Tule Springs.
Paiutes moved into the area as early as AD 700, migrating between nearby mountains in the summer and spending winter in the valley,
near Big Springs.
Origins
The Las Vegas valley was found by American explorer and mountain man Jedediah Smith and his party in 1827. The maps and
routes discovered by Smith and others later were stolen by Mexican authorities and combined with other maps created by the Pike
Expedition which previously had been captured by Spanish authorities in 1807. The combined map was then confirmed in 1829 by a trade caravan of 60 men
led by the Mexican merchant Antonio Armijo charged with establishing a trade route to Los Angeles. By following the Pike and Smith
routes through a tributary of Colorado River they came upon the Las Vegas Valley described by Smith as the best point to re-supply before going onto
California. The travelers named the area "Las Vegas" which was Spanish for "The Meadows".
Before the discovery of the valley the route, Las Vegas was referred to as the 'journey of death'. However, exploration for water revealed an
abundance of springs in the valley that reduced the journey by several days.
By the 1850's early Mormon settlers from Salt Lake City arrived. By the early 1900's, Las Vegas became a stop on the route of the developing railway.
This in turn triggered a growth in local stores, saloons and boarding houses. The original stop is located where the Plaza Hotel now stands on Fremont
Street in the downtown area. It's the only railway station in the world that is located inside a resort and casino.
The town was officially founded in 1905 and incorporated in 1911 with a population of only 800. Initially strict anti-gambling laws
governed the state of Nevada but this all changed in 1931 when gambling was legalized throughout the state of Nevada. That same year divorce laws were
liberalized in Nevada, making Las Vegas the place to obtain a divorce after only six weeks of residency.
Several factors in the history of Las Vegas Nevada led to its expansive growth from the 1930's to the present day. Gambling was legalized in
Nevada. Railway development continued at a steady pace. And the giant Hoover Dam construction project began. All three of these factors
allowed Las Vegas to expand and flourish while many other cities were stymied by the difficulties of the depression.
It was after World War II that Las Vegas began to develop its reputation of 'Sin City'. Hotels and casinos were developed
and entertainment and tourism became the valley's largest employer.
This early growth triggered the construction of the first hotels on what was to later become the famous Las Vegas strip. It's a building boom that has
more or less continued to the present day.
The only name remaining from the 1940's however is the Flamingo. Now the Flamingo Hilton, this property was among the first
developed as a hotel and casino on the strip.
By the 1960s wealthy businessmen were being attracted to the city. Billionaire Kirk Kerkorian was a major player in developing the modern
city; he bought the Flamingo and in 1968 opened the biggest hotel in the world, the International Hotel. And who can forget to mention Howard
Hughes...he refused to leave his hotel room..and so bought it and created a change in the whole city... from the Wild West to a more
sophisticated atmosphere and allure.
Now, a hundred years after its conception, Las Vegas is one of the largest cities of the 20th Century with a population exceeding two million.
Wonderful resorts are still being created, all bigger and more luxurious than ever. Finally, Las Vegas remains the strongest contender for the world's
major international tourist attraction.
Despite the success, the home mortgage crisis and the present Recession affects the economic success. The explosive growth conflicted with the land
holdings of Bureau of Land Management (BLM)...which restricted growth.. thus rasing the price of homes and tightening supply of new homes. As a
result, unaffordability led to Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac subprime mortgage lending that were unstable and risky, not to mention the speculation and
extra loan borrowing influenced by the low interest rates of the Federal Reserve, plus out-of-control spending by Congress.
Soon after, properties were foreclosed, new home construction was stalled, and construction projects were either canceled, postponed, or continued
with financial troubles. Even worse, the global financial situation had a negative effect on gaming and tourism revenue, thus allowing many of the
companies to report net loss. At best... a sloooow recovery is predicted. We live, we learn.
Vegas At Night
"What Happens in Vegas...stays in Vegas."
I couldn't resist this colorful ceiling at the Bellagio It reminded me of a swarm of jellyfish.
Just one of the many Vegas treats...a nightly water ballet. Bravo! Bellissimo!
Inside our hotel...
Las Vegas = Opulence
"Hmmm...I wonder. What's behind Door No. 3?"
We can always use another trivia history quiz. Anybody recognize the boxer? Joe _____? Plus name me the others classic statues?
"I feel like Pan the Piper. All I need now is a good set of horns."
"Tesoro..What do you think? This make me look anything like Zorro?"
Nope.
Oh well, every turn is another fantasy. Here's Co-Pilot entering an enchanted garden inside our luxury casino. Daydreamers are welcomed.
Pumpkin steroids, perhaps? Naw....
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Ah...Vegas, the city of sins and extravagences! So much to see and do here...it kind of overwhelms and hypnotizes you. Simply Great musicals, shows,
dancing, dinners....and poker! We had a terrific time for 4 days and nights. But then said:
"Enough of this fairyland. Baja's more like OUR kind of magic."
So, it's..."ADIOS LAS VEGAS"....
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...AND WHATEVER HAPPENED THERE...IS STAYING THERE!
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Time to hit the trail...
We stop for a quick breakfast on the day we leave Vegas. Stateline casino on the Nev/Cal border on I-15. I think it was Whiskey Pete's??
Home of the 'Death Car'..full of machine gun holes.
And that super cheap breakfast. Almost free?...well, not really...
Saddle Up, Pilgrim. We're burning daylight.
Next Stop is....?
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...here's a little clue..see ya there. We're almost HOME! 
To be continued...arrgghh.
I do what the voices in my tackle box tell me.
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Pompano
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The End of the Trail...
FINALLY!!...THE END OF THE ROAD TRIP.
I want to thank you all for coming along on this 2010 Road Trip. It was long and had many detours here and there, but ..WE HAD FUN!
And now, here's some photos of the last leg of our wandering route: Featuring Oceanside, Santee, and the San Diego
waterfront.
OCEANSIDE .. always a favorite stop ..northbound or southbound.
I love to spend the day on this nice spot..picnicing while overlooking the beach below..and also people-watching as a never-ending parade of
characters run, walk, and stroll down the malecon. Quite interesting.
And sometimes tragic. Our sincere condolences to the family and friends of the unfortunate surfer who lost his life due to a shark attack at the Camp
Pendelton beach area recently.
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SANTEE LAKES, SANTEE
Probably my favorite RV park in San Diego County..Santee Lakes. 5 connected lakes with great scenery and wildlife everywhere..all within the city.
White egrets are one of many species of waterfowl and shorebirds frequenting the lakes. This one was a real spearfishing champion.
The RV park is very scenic and peaceful..as our back yard shows.
Nothing like steaks on the grill!
A study in black and white.
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Some of my favorite things in life. Water, rock, and wine.
..and a few more...candles and dinner with a beautiful woman. Brava!
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SEAPORT VILLAGE, SD WATERFRONT
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close to....THE STAR OF INDIA
"Yo Ho-HO, the wind blows free...Oh, for the life on the ROLLING SEA!"
Okay, okay. I promise...no more singing. Can I whistle?
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ANTHONYS FISH GROTTO, SD WATERFRONT
Great seafood as always..and plenty of HISTORY.
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USS MIDWAY CARRIER - SD WATERFRONT
This one was a biggy!
I could not have kept Co-Pilot from going aboard the carrier, Midway,..even if I had been so foolish as to
try. She was happily enthralled by this grand ship... full of.. planes!.
Since childhood, she wanted to become a pilot, but a later illness prevented that..so she did the next best thing for her...became an airline
attendant..anything to keep flying! I recall some old flying times myself.
Taking charge...atta girl. Life's too short to be a woosie.
Co-Pilot went aboard early..and left late. A fine day touring a great lady...USS MIDWAY.
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MORE SAN DIEGO WATERFRONT
I've GOT to get me some of these trees for Coyote Bay.
Yeah? Okay, so it's a ..COPYCAT KISS. I'll take it ...GLADLY!.
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....AND..THAT'S ALL FOLKS! END OF ROAD TRIP 2010. CO-PILOT IS OFF TO ITALY..AND ..
I'M OFF TO BAJA.
AND MUCHAS GRACIAS FOR JOINING US.
[Edited on 11-1-2010 by Pompano]
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what a beautiful photo to end this with !!! Bravissimo !!!! Sure hope we have the pleasure of meeting you both one day. great reading from start to
finnsh !!! gracie mille and muchas gracias and thanx.
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I was listening to a podcast of This American Life today, and was happy to hear a funny story about kayaking in Baja. It involved nudity and a
character named Johnny Tequila operating as an amateur chiropractor, which sounded familiar so I searched and found this post. Have a listen it's
pretty funny.
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/517/d...
| Quote: | Originally posted by Pompano
2010 Road Trip Continued ...from Devil's Tower, Wyoming.
JOHNNY TEQUILA AND CINDY'S - SOUTHEAST UTAH
While researching our route south for interesting and/or unusual places, I see that we have a golden opportunity to visit some old and dear Baja
amigos. "Johnny Tequila and Cindy."
Probably a few of you Baja vets will remember this nice couple? We met sometime around 1986. They lived for many years aboard thier trimaran,
Quetzal, sailed all around the Baja coasts, but most often anchored it within the Bay of Conception and in front of mi casa at
Coyote. For some time ashore, JT also built a primitive, but very cozy camp, (Rcho Lonesome Dove), on some leased acreage
in a desert arroyo near the old Posada airport south of Mulege. We had some fine times at Lonesome Dove back then.
Johnny plays a great guitar, is a songwriter, and sang many nights around my patio firepit at Coyote Bay. He would talk to a newcomer to my
firenights..and then come up with a personal ballad about that person. Always a hit and always amazed the recipients.
He has many other talents..including chiropractor, carpenter, and chew-the-fat master. Also one of us characters who try to be self-sufficient..and
who can "build a shopping center out of a Q-tip." (remember that quote from a certain Harrison Ford movie?..now tell me which movie?)
Cindy is/was an RN nurse who went to further studies in the medical field. But much more than that, she was a great help to all who needed her in
Baja. A delightful and welcome hostess-in-waiting for a lot of my early bachelor parties at Coyote Bay.
An interesting anecdote that Cindy will not mind if I share with you:
A long time ago, my father came to visit me at Coyote, and during the course of his stay I took him for a boat ride around Conception Bay. I decided
to stop by mi amigos, JT & Cindy, for coffee. Like me, Dad was an avid coffee drinker at all times of the day.
Well, JT & Cindy had anchored Quetzal behind one of our Coyote islands..for privacy, as they often went
au natural..nude.
It was my fault...I knew that JT and Cindy would be nude..as they always were when on the boat and to themselves. A lot of boaters do the same..fewer
clothing makes for fewer trips to the laundromat. It was a normal thing for us Baja characters...but not this time!
The thing is ..my father is/was a little old school, and an unknown nudie, good-looking as she was, would be awkward for him to handle. Not against
it, just not his usual experience.
Well, I came around the corner and pulled up alongside the Quetzal to have that coffee and introduce Dad to JT & Cindy.
JT is a quick study, saw my father was with me..and was on the other side of the boat by this time putting on a loin-cloth..but poor Cindy was right
there..and was taken by surprise and had no time to get dressed, as she had to grab my boat's gunnels to hold it in place and not rub the
catamaran..completely nude and kneeling right in front of my Dad's face with a knowing grin on her face.
Well...My father got one glimpse of a charm that is usually clothed and hidden from public view..and quickly turned and looked steadily out to sea.
I grinned and said, "Dad, I'd like to introduce to my friend, Cindy. Cindy, this is my father, Clarence."
"Hi, glad to meet you, Mr. ______...Clarence."
My dad stuck his hand out blindly behind him and said, "My pleasure, Cindy..believe me."
I had to bite my lip to keep from roaring.
They became fast amigos after that hilarious intro..and JT/Cindy and Dad laughed a bunch in the remaining days when they took Dad sailing. Good
times, good friends.
After many enjoyable years in Baja, JT & Cindy finally sold thier boathome, Quetzal, and moved back to the USA, finding a nice home in SE Utah
about 6 years ago. The improvements JT made at Rcho Lonesome Dove, Baja were donated back to the landowner, Manuel Diaz. The only thing they
kept..was the name..which they gave to thier new home in the USA.
This area of Utah is very quiet and peaceful...with lots of BLM land surrounding the little village of 15 people. 15 people? Yup..and a few
trains rumbling by.
JT/Cindy's home in SE Utah. JT is not a 'normal' guy. The place he picks for a home has to have trains, a 100 yr-old barn, & wooden fences, and
a vintage fire truck.
JT always wanted to be a fireman..and now he is the Town Fire Chief (crew of 1) For that honor, he gets to restore the old firetruck.
JT and Cindy greet us at thier Utah home. (They had no choice as thier house is on a dead end road.) And Johnny is amused as
Co-Pilot trys backing up the boat trailer...turning too sharp..and jack-knifes. A hilarious moment as I frantically try to
signal her to stop...sigh. Certain drivers are only meant for forward travel.
Old casa photo of JT and crew in kitchen - Coyote 1989 or so? A lot younger Johnny is far right. Others present are the famous Jean Pierre, a French
Algerian and true Baja character. He was called Pico de Oro or some such name, and briefly ran the old Hacienda cantina, Casablanca. {The same
place that Pierce (infamous nomad Palmetto) ran later as the Pelican Reef Cafe.} Chantelle, Pier's neice from Paris, Chuck Riley, our resident
Irishman (ex-Air America), and other Baja characters of old.
Old photo - Flapjack-Off Contest at Playa Escondido. JT is on van roof presenting me with a prize for 1st Place. I made my mother's recipe:
Icelandic crepes. Ahem...so light they all floated away...honest.
Old photo - beach launching tin boat at Agua Verde - 1988 We had some real fun going up and down that old canyon ridgetrail. I drove my old
Minnie-Winnie down that suicide grade. Fishing/diving was good, though.
Old photo - a few parties at mi casa con amigos. Johnny Tequila singing an playing his guitar, of course. Nasty Nettie, Bordeaux Betty, etc..we
all got nicknames back in the day. And we all had fun helping Bob and Evelyn build thier dream home in the Mulege river valley...gulp!
Old photo - JT's Quetzal takes on water when rudder breaks off during a freak windstorm (chubasco) at Playa Escondido.
Back to the present, JT and Noche are in the living room. I intoduced this wonderful dog to them as a puppy while we were all on a camping trip to a
remote beach north of La Paz about 12 years ago. The poor little gal came up to my campfire one night..hiding from the coyotes who had eaten her
mother...and were now searching for her. Your're quite the survivor, Noche.
Cindy puts her feet up after a long workday and commute..opps, that's Dr. Cindy now. RN turned MD...she studied/worked hard and is
now practicing.
Co-Pilot comments on menu for dinner.."Ah..Italian pasta with tomato? But Cindy, I must tell you I am from Milano.
Northern Italians do not use tomato sauce. We seldom eat pasta..and when we do we use a different kind of pasta without a red sauce..or rice.
But...many thanks for the kind thought."
(Note to self: Remember to throw away all the Prego & Ragu sauces at mi casa.)
Co-Pilot feeds Mac, the house hound...
TO BE CONTINUED...unless I am banned...or meet a naked boat lady.
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| Quote: | Originally posted by AndyP
I was listening to a podcast of This American Life today, and was happy to hear a funny story about kayaking in Baja. It involved nudity and a
character named Johnny Tequila operating as an amateur chiropractor, which sounded familiar so I searched and found this post. Have a listen it's
pretty funny.
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/517/d...
| Quote: | | [TO BE CONTINUED...unless I am banned...or meet a naked boat lady. |
What can one say, AndyP?, it was 'Baja back in the day'...and anything was possible and might even have been true. It's a little fuzzy to recall.
Of course we never had that much tequila with JT....unless he was with us.
Here's an early photo of Johnny & Cindy's trimaran, 'Quetzal' (Bird of Pardise) anchored in their usual island cove and giving my parents a sail
around the Bay. Nice folks.
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Great photos, Roger...thanks for sharing!
Udo
Youth is wasted on the young!
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