Because of the high winter winds in this little town on the eastern coast of the Sea of Cortez, it empties out. This makes for incredibly cheap rental opportunities (cheaper than the worst of the worst Motel 6's (I'm looking at you, Nogales)). Last year, the legendary winds blew so hard that they blew us right out of town. They scared Roo at night and made whatever was wrong with my head worse. We had to leave. So far this year, the wind has hardly blown at all. The pool is too cold for human use, but a certain California blonde of our acquaintance thinks it's perfect. As you can see, she prefers it all to herself.
The Rooki Kahoo made her first international trip today, to Naco, Mexico. Though her crossing into Mexico was marred by the frightening sound of something falling off a truck, Roo recovered fast and kept her mind on the task at hand. We had to bring some drugs back into the States. Roo insisted on carrying. Sorry for the abrupt ending, but border crossings always make me nervous.