Into the wild blue yonder

I've gone to Mexico for a week. I'm meeting my son, who I haven't seen for at least 17 years, in Mazatlan. I've been totally packed and chewing my nails for three days already.

I'm travelling light, not taking the computer, so I'll probably not be posting until I get back, unless I find a handy internet cafe in Mazatlan.

By the time this is posted, I'll be on my way to the airport in Vancouver, and I'll be back Wednesday, the 6th of April, in time for the spring low tides on our beaches.

Air Nootka float plane, Gold River. I remember flying into Gold River in the 1950s in one of these.

(This trip, the planes will be much, much, much bigger. And not nearly as much fun.)