Sometimes it’s the simplest things in life that mean the most. I have my two sons (DJ – 34 and Chris – 28) here in Cabo. Today we decided to drop the two tenders and just “play”. We ran about five miles south of the marina, beached the tenders (for no particular reason), and then idled our way slowly back to the marina running perhaps 75 feet off the beach. It’s the weekend before New Years here in Cabo, and the beach was “happening.” We parked at a tender dock at the marina and had lunch at “Tommy’s Barefoot Cantina”, which is a lot like it’s name. We then put the tenders back on the deck of the boat, and strapped them down. As I type this, Roberta is starting the barbecue. Life don’t get much better….