Cabo San Lucas to Magdalena Bay to Punta Abreojos to Turtle Bay, pushing north with three consecutive overnight trips, twice relying on panga-delivered diesel, decompressing with a nice hike
Sunday came with a blinding hangover, a total lack of memory, and a feeling of dread and terror when I realized Duane wasn't on the boat with me. I checked topside to see if he had fallen asleep while throwing up over the side of the boat, or was awake already, but there was no sign of him.
I immediately assumed the worst and looked around for his face-down body floating among the anchored boats. I couldn't see him but the tide was coming in so for sure his body would be washing up on a beach soon. Holy shit we needed to get out of Mexico RIGHT NOW.