I love my Dad, a wonderful mellow man. So much more about life I can learn from him.

My Dad is a life-long bachelor with no great affection for domestic engineering.

Driving down the 405 just past LAX, I spin the dial to 106.7 and turn up the volume, and boom - Scar by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. A perfect welcome back to my hometown. I am on a quick two week trip from the Rio Dulce to Los Angeles and Austin to execute a bunch of errands (laptop repair, voting, driver’s license renewel, etc) and to catch up with friends and family.

It is sometime after six in the morning and I waived Kaiwen and Sue Quei off on their adventure to Gautemala City guided by the owner of Dreamcatchers, so it will be just us boys on the boat until the end of the week. Kaiwen did a large provisioning run for us yesterday, so we have everything we need to stay focused on our work on Million on Mars.

With my cold brewed coffee I walked barefoot across the rain soaked grass of the Nana Juana resort. I am hunting for white mangos! You have to be up early to win this Easter egg contest, as the other cruisers and grounds keepers all are eager to be up early when the day is pleasently cool.

White mangos are like the other mangos you get in the store, but usually a little smaller and in my opinion a little sweeter. The property has four mature trees and after just 10 minutes of wlaking around the trees encrusted with wild orchids I am richer by nine mangos!

Rio Dulce - a Cruiser’s Paradise

We have now been in the Rio Dulce for just over a month, and I can see how people end up never leaving this freshwater cruising ground. It is large enough that you could pickup and anchor in scores of new spots and never get bored. You could anchor off in side rivers, or in little coves, or near the town, or near one of the resorts or just off in the middle of the river/lack and have all the privacy in the world.