Heading Back to Mexico!

Day 1

It is normal for me that I don’t sleep well before a major road trip. Add that to the fact that I never sleep well anyway after a career as a firefighter and I was good and tired when I got the wake-up call. That wake-up call just happened to be……. Rain! Really? Good lord……

It was somewhere around 5 a.m. and it was raining like hell. This rain did not start out as a few drops here and there, the skies just opened up! Seriously, what the fuck?! I mean it was just fucking pouring!

I had no doubt the planning gods were getting a good laugh out of this at my expense.

In short order I jumped up and I promptly got my ass to work covering everything up…..straight up fun I tell you. Not.

This took all of about 15 minutes. 5 minutes after that it quit raining….

I enjoyed a little coffee and breakfast while coming to terms with the fact that there are things I have absolutely no control over so I would have to let this go and just roll with it.

After that I towel dried the inside of my boat and parked it in the sun so that it really gets dried out. I did not want any of our possessions sitting in a wet boat for the next few days. 

Fortunately my aluminum boat heated up quickly in the sun and was soon dry so I could get to work.

I finally got to start loading our possessions around 10 in the morning….. I was only behind now by about 4 hours….. so typical of a life effecting day when I was supposed to be getting my ass on the road so I could meet my smiling family 5 days later at the airport in Puerto Vallarta.

I ended up doing the ultimately amazing load job, tied it all down and tearfully said goodbye to my family. I am not good at smiley goodbyes!

I was on the road, finally, around 11:30, and I was a bit anxious but happy and, as always, completely excited that I was heading to Mexico!
It just never gets old……..

I made it, driving slow because of the fully loaded boat behind me, to Tucson, AZ around 9 that night….and I was tired.

I put myself to bed with a can of Foster’s lager from the store up the street and put the day behind me with some rest.

Ok, I lied. Two cans of Foster’s lager……but, what the hell, I'm Irish…..

I'll be up and at 'em in the morning ready to get this show on the road into Mexico!