Chasing Orion

It's the hour when Orion is plunging headfirst into the Gulf, chased by a solstice moon, and I'm packing to chase him west, too.

We're going to the Yucatan for Christmas, slow-sailing from Tampa Monday night, so Robert's nephews can clamber around Chichén Itzá, and I can once again climb a ruin instead of just feeling like one.

We'll be back in about a week. Hasta luego.