//WL2K Time Machine

**Updated with pictures**

This post has been two years in the making.

It all started back in November 2011. Tawn and I flew down to La Paz to hangout with our friends Dawn & Peaboy on their boat Deep Playa. Which they had just sailed down from Seattle. Same trip we have just done.

During the 2 weeks we were here with them one of the places they took us was to an anchorage called Bahia San Gabriel on Isla Espiritu del Santo.

Which is where we are anchored at the time of this posting. Check it out here if you haven’t already: http://shared.delorme.com/kevinmidkiff

While here with Dawn and Pea we had gone to shore for a hike across the island. Before leaving the boat that morning for the hike, I had written a note to a future version of Tawn and Myself. I folded the note and stuffed it inside three ziplock sandwich bags along with a 500 peso note, (approx. $40 USD).

On the hike back to the boat, I slowed up and hung back abit. I found a good hiding spot in a crack in a boulder. Crammed the little package into the crack, covered it up, and caught up the the group. Nobody had a clue what I had done.

The note read:
****
Thanksgiving 2011

To:
Future Palarran Crew Members

Dropped this note off for you to find. And left some money for you to get a celebratory beer and a taco or two.

Congrats!!

After all these years of dreaming & planning you finally made it.

CB…
*****

I didn’t have a GPS with me at the time so I sorta took a couple mental snap shots and called it good.

Back at work in Seattle I would wonder from time to time if the note and money would survive two years in the harsh sun and weather of the Sea of Cortez. I also spent a fair amount of time on Google maps trying to spot the boulder….I shit you not.

We pulled into the anchorage yesterday (Nov. 18) after making an overnight passage from Bahia Los Muertos. I was tired, but it felt like Xmas morning. I could not wait to get to shore and look for our little personal geocache.

As we hit the beach Tawn ask if I thought I could find it. I said, “Sure, it’s under a boulder right below two cactus”.

As I’m saying that I realize that that could be anywere between here and fucking northern Arizona!

I dug around two or three boulders with no luck, and got the shit throughly scared out of me by what I would not say was the biggest spider I’ve ever seen (close), but most certainly one of the meanest/hungriest looking.

I do not like spiders. Remember how Indian Jones hates snakes? I’m like that with spiders,….and snakes, and to a lesser degree brussel sprouts. Before you say it. I’ve tried them as an adult. And fuck you, you do not have a way to make them, that will make them delicious. Just stop.

I feel I should digress.

After circumnavigating the spider, I spotted the cactus I’d used as a reference and saw the boulder. I look into a crack in the top of the boulder and there it is! Covered with the small rocks I had placed over it. The sandwich bags with the note and money! SUCCESS!! I was stoked!

Money

Teehee!!