Last week I was in Puerto Peñasco, Mexico. Puerto Peñasco, or Rocky Point as the American’s call it, is a popular destination for Arizonians. It’s about 3 hours south of Tucson, and sits on the northern shores of the Sea of Cortez.

On the way down, my family (including my sister, Sara, who flew in from Minnesota) stopped at a gas station north of the border. We found wine in suspiciously portable bottles:

There was also a beer soda bottle opener by the door.

Sara and I went right out the front door of the condo to snorkel and found all sorts of things. We saw a sea slug about the size of my hand:

A large school of fish:

And a flounder:

I thought that waking up at sunrise and taking photos would be a good idea. It was actually pretty lame. And to be quite honest, it sucked. I was huddled under blankets, taking pictures with a tripod, and looking like those photographers from the 1900’s. The pictures came out about as good as something from the 1900’s too. This photo is the only one that I liked, but I slathered on saturation heavier than my mom slathers sunscreen on my ears.

Down in Mexico, you are treated so nice. Everything is a “huppy hour especial, just for you my friend.” You feel special until you realize that everyone gets a huppy hour especial too. It was fun while it lasted.

Click here to go to my Flickr page to see more photos from the trip.