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…I got back to my car with Kuma and Lucia, and saw that the belligerent U.S. immigrant lady was gone (she drives an old gray Jeep Compass with AZ plates). Then I noticed my car as I was putting my dogs in. She keyed my car. You can see the pic of the damage to the dirty 4Runner here. I didn’t get angry. It takes a lot to make me angry now. But revenge? Of course I thought of the many scenarios for the next time I see her empty car in the lot while she’s not there. Your imagin

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, justo después de pasar el letrero que indica explícitamente —tanto en inglés como en español— que los perros deben ir con correa. La responsable era una inmigrante estadounidense: la definición de manual de

Today was a good Sunday. I don’t do church, so I already had that going for me. Instead, my ritual is the beach, almost daily, with the dogs. Out there, the world opens up. I always find someone to talk to—locals, United Statesian or Canadian immigrants, or national travelers just discovering San Carlos. I give out advice, trade a few short stories about what it’s like to actually build a life here, and point them toward breakfast at Tortuga's or Buena Onda. "click" from this

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