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Aprendan a cocinar. Hice tacos de carne esta noche y no se me quemaron. Cuando digo “¡vámonos a dar una vuelta!” en inglés, tanto Kuma como Lucia ya están en el carro. A Kuma le tomó tres años perderle el miedo al carro. Ahora sabe que es divertido… con las ventanas y su cabeza afuera. A Lucia no le importa. Lleva medio cuerpo afuera del carro… pero si veo a otro perro antes que ella, ventanas arriba. Ella es mi “protectora” y la de Kuma. Cebolla picada, cilantro, ajo, tortil

Biohazard Chef / Chef de riesgo biológico Oh, look at me—the culinary visionary and absolute master of the "biohazard" aesthetic. After practically poisoning myself with that garbage-sushi catastrophe yesterday, it’s truly inspiring that my own survival instinct didn't bother to kick in, leading me to punish my digestive tract all over again. After that disaster, my friend and I had the inevitable "what are you having for dinner?" conversation. My brain was screaming for a ni

Back of the Store Sashimi: A Tragedy in One Act (en español) I call this "Back of the Store Sashimi." Why? Because I didn’t have actual sushi rice, and this culinary hate-crime would have rightfully resulted in my immediate deportation from Japan had any customers actually been unlucky enough to try it. The "Method": Take 1 cup of long-grain rice (the kind that mocks the very concept of sushi) and 2 cups of water. Boil it, then simmer it for 15 minutes until it achieves the t

An update from Part 1 - The woman that keyed my car. I found out who she is. Diana Lynn. From what I've heard, she's a nutcase here in San Carlos. https://www.facebook.com/dlboxerdog https://www.instagram.com/dianalynn1960/ Yes, after the interaction, I came back to see ugly scratches on the back of my 4Runner. I heard she boasted on social media about it. It ads up. Keep your eyes open for this crazy person. …I got back to my car with Kuma and Lucia, and saw that the bellige

Scroll farther down for English. No me duele escribir esto… ¿Alguna otra persona ha tenido que enfrentarse a la tóxica actitud de superioridad de un dueño de perro sin correa, que cree que las reglas simplemente no se aplican a él/ella? Me sucedió esta mañana en la playa. La responsable era una inmigrante estadounidense: la definición de manual de una "Karen" con aires de superioridad, que trata las reglas locales como si fueran meras sugerencias. La vi venir con tres perros

Yesterday, I took the dogs fishing. By the end of the afternoon, I realized I hadn't actually done much fishing at all. 1) Go fishing. 2) Don't take your dogs with you if you go fishing. 3) Give up on fishing because two dogs is like having ten undisciplined toddlers. 4) Play with your dogs. 5) Sit and think... 6) ...think about how everything is well in your mind and your own world. Instead, I played with the dogs. I sat. And I just thought about how quiet and well everythi

If you’ve ever explored the stunning coastline of San Carlos, you already know that its rugged volcanic cliffs and crystal-clear waters are an adventurer's paradise. But for me, the best journeys are the ones shared with my favorite four-legged companions. Today, Kuma, Lucia, and I headed out for a refreshing, high-energy trek through the reefs and hidden sea caves right here in our backyard. Shaking Things Up at High Tide The adventure began where the desert dramatically mee

Some legends are born in the gym; others are forged on the jagged volcanic rock of Tetakawi. Today marked Climb #14 for Kuma. It was #15 for me, but let’s be honest—I only got that extra one in last week because the old man "needed" a rest day while I scouted the trail with some new friends. Turns out, he didn’t need the rest; he was just saving his energy to put me to shame this morning. 5:54 AM: Shoes (and Paws) on the Ground We hit the trail before the sun could start its

Here is a version tailored for the Tetakawi Adventures vibe—keeping it rugged, local, and filled with that "San Carlos" energy. Desert Grit: The Megalith vs. Nacapule I had that itch to ride that just wouldn't quit. Even though I came up a few feet shy of a clean 10-mile "ego number," I logged a solid 9.54 miles from the house to Nacapule and back. The highlight? Ripping back through that "downhill-ish" singletrack. It’s hands down my favorite stretch of the trail system I’ve

Saturday, April 4th, in the middle of the Semana Santa (spring break) halabaloo, I climbed up Tetakawi with Kuma for the 11th time. This time there was a Red Cross “filter” at the trailhead, preventing people with hangovers from climbing. The Red Cross guy asked me if I was hungover (no), if I had water (three big Nalgene bottles), if I had eaten breakfast (spinach and almond milk shake), and if I had gone to the bathroom (#1 and #2 all set). He had me fill out a form and t

Riding in San Carlos is a blast. Road or gravel? Sure, they have their place. But for my money, taking a fat bike over a full-suspension rig is the way to go. Those massive tires just own the terrain. Since I’m not in the racing circuit anymore, I’m out here for two things: fitness and fun. Mostly the fun. The Gear List Before hitting the sand, I had to dial in the setup: PSI Science: I rode out at 20 PSI for the pavement. Once I hit the beach, I dropped the Presta valves to

In San Carlos, there’s a difference between a hike and a climb. Most people find that out the hard way. I’ve been hunkered down here since late February, and while the town has its charms, the mountain is what calls. And where I go, Kuma goes. Kuma isn’t new to the game. He’s a veteran of the Montana backcountry—we’ve tackled Great House Peak in the Big Snowies , Upper Basin Lake , and the steep stretches around Red Lodge. He’s put in the miles from the open range of the Acto

¡Hola amigos! I’ve been living in San Carlos, Sonora, since last February (more about why I am here later), and honestly, swapping the Chicago skyline for the jagged peaks of the Tetakawi was the best "personal reason" move I’ve ever made. Back in Illinois, I was fighting Lake Michigan headwinds and dodging potholes on the street and urban commutes. Now? I’m 1.5 miles from some of the most rugged, soul-cleansing terrain on the planet, and I’m doing it all on my State St. Mega