Ask Cap’n Greg
The first two months of the year are always a blur for me. January is living down that party where I rode a burro on Calle 13 wearing nothing but a sombrero and huaraches. February in the frigid U.S. was Punxsutawney Phil poking his head out of his burrow, seeing his shadow and predicting even more miserable weather. Here in Rocky Point, I poked my head out of Flavio’s, saw a pelican fly by and predicted another eight months of sunshine and sea breezes. But March is a different animal altogether, as the whales head back south to Baja, and the tourists decide there’s no place like Arizona’s Ocean to spend a long weekend or two having fun.
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