Things were simple in 1991: we camped out. Bruce had the Westcoaster, but he ran it on his 10 HP Honda. We went neither too far, nor too fast. Sweet's Place had just been built over the Christmas of 1990. It wasn't painted, nor had the cover over his trailer been built. Geoffrey was down for the April trip. Here, he and Bruce launch the boat.

As usual, Eddie fished the "surf" in Roger's Bay.

Bruce caught a White Seabass and we cooked it up on Roger's porch. It was absolutely delicious. Pardon the terrible picture. It's a compressed second generation regular 8mm.

It was an even 100 degrees that day. The offshore Devil's Wind was blowing about 25 miles per hour. While the second batch of fish was cooking, we looked out to sea and saw Bruce's boat blowing away. We forgot to put out the anchor. The tide came up and set it afloat. I ran seaward and started swimming. It was only 100 yards or so offshore when we noticed it. I swam...and swam...and swam. I was catching it, but slowly.

I looked back to shore and said, well I said something, and I noticed how small the people standing there were. I was a long way out: half or three-quarters of mile, I'd say. Oh-oh, I knew I was either going to catch that boat or it was going to be a really long swim back. I kicked over on my back and backstroked with determination. After awhile, I turned over and looked for the boat. I had closed the gap substantially. It was only about 75 feet away at that point. I spent what energy I had left butterflying to the stern.

I grabbed the engine. After resting for several minutes, I had the energy to climb aboard. I fired up the motor and started in, then I noticed Bruce. He was out there too, but he took the time to get his swim fins. I picked him up and we motored back. I was dead to rights when I got back ashore.

The next day, Roger and his buddies came down. At dusk, Eddie, Roger, and Richard looked to the sea.

That night, Bruce met up with his buddy, Jack.

Richard was also in a jovial mood.

Roger and Bonnie had bought a wig at a yard sale. They gave it to Willard, who cracked everyone up wearing it.

He took it off, and gave his girlfriend Annie and Loncho a good laugh.

Here's what Loncho had to say about it:

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When we left, Tony and his helpers were mixing cement...

to pour Richard's slab.

At Christmas time, we were back. This time, Bruce had a campo, but no structures yet.

Roger was his old jovial self, with his favorite breakfast fare.

Rod Sweet was sweet on Freda. They went out to Isla Lobos with Bruce. Here's Sweet on Lobos.

Sweet had a Zodiac with a Suzuki 15 on it. He took Eddie fishing with him a couple times. Here they are off Punta Bufeo.

Bruce and Bud caught some nice "Christmas" bass.

Sweet made a big turkey dinner and had everyone over. Here we are around the campfire.

Last, but not least, here I am. I was totally lame at that point, having ruptured a disc in my back (although I didn't know it at this time) over Labor Day. After crunching my way through the HMO system, I finally had a MRI scheduled for a few days after the New Year.

I spent 6 months sitting on my butt, pretty much like this.

That's it for the People of 1991. Go on over to the Baja 1991 Scenery, or go