16 days 'til homeless!

Well, the apartment is trashed, nerves are a bit frayed and the dogs are totally spooked. Something is happening. We don't know what, but one of us should pee in the closet anyway (that's apparently what the dogs were thinking). We've got most of our possessions in a 10x13 storage unit under the Morrison Bridge. Its haunted. And, we are on the sixth floor which is good because most of the theft occurs on the 4th and 5th according to Ellen. Ellen and her attendant (an unnamed tattooed man with goat horn implants under the skin on his bald head) have been very helpful getting us situated in our little unit. The building is from the 1870's and got a lot of erm..character.
We began putting the van in order and staged a tire change to make sure the spare fit and we had the right tools, etc. Looks like the scooter(more on this soon..) will fit well on the cargo carrier along with gear, water, etc.

I'm off to happy hour today with Elias Anderson aka Pirate, whom we hired @ Courtesy before parting ways shortly after. He sailed himself and family from BC to La Paz and has hinted at flying down to Baja to take Linds and I sailing for a few days in October. Check out his journey on sailblogs.com. I aim to buy him drinks til he commits tonight....