Hasta La Vista.

41.95N 124.1W. Azalea Avenue, McKinleyville, California, USA.

It is hard to remember when we last lingered so long here. Fall is upon us in full with its shadows stretching beyond imaginable lengths...cool, crisp temperatures graced ever so briefly with a glimmer of sun. We awake in the middle of the night enticed by the light of the full moon to creep outside in wonder. Abundance is everywhere…apples, wild mushrooms, the last harvests from our summer garden. enchanting.

However...we are beckoned to elsewhere and it is time to move on. Our bags – including a new-to-us mainsail and refurbished prop -- are packed. Almost two hundred pounds of it! I cringe at the thought of running the airport and customs gauntlets. groan.

Come Monday...

UPDATE: ...ummmm...better make that Wednesday...

Hello from the lovely Redding Airport. Our plane "broke." After numerous and various "updates" regarding the "simple" problem with the nose strut, the various estimates for the mechanic's arrival, the hoped for soon departure, the hoped for not-so-soon departure...it came down to please leave security to stand in the long and very slow line at the counter and work out other arrangements for getting to wherever it is that you got up at 0330 this morning to get to. Our's was the worst case for all passengers as our LA to La Paz flight is scheduled for only a few days a week...and it came down to flying to LA via a trip back through Arcata, then on to Guadalajara via a red eye flight arriving in the early morning hours to depart around 0500 for a flight to La Paz....or simply fly back to Arcata later this afternoon and try again on Wednesday. So La Paz will have to wait for another day.

C'est la vie