I was utterly slammed after returning from Mexico a month ago, so I’m only now getting around to posting a few highlights of my Caribbean getaway for Scotty and Victoria’s wedding. Enjoy the views from Tulum:

beachfront of Rancho San Eric, where we all stayed

Coba ruins’ main pyramid, the largest in the Yucatan at 140 feet


I’m Mexico bound, heading to Tulum tomorrow for a friend’s wedding. Actually, I’ll be officiating the ceremony so let’s hope I pull this off! I leave you with the scrap stampings (was just testing out some ink colors here) from my last craft project: a personalized stamp for Victoria with her new last name.

And just to make you jealous, here’s where I’ll be soon (photo by Photopia):

the scene

While others are “decompressing,” fresh off the playa of Burning Man, another set heads to a similarly titled, equally friendly gathering—yet void of dust, costumes and techno. Burning Lamb. In my former vegetarian life, such an event would have sent me running straight to PETA, but since I’ve been experimenting with meat-eating of late, I decided to make the trek to Bridgeport for the annual asada.

can you spy cowboy glen?

Located on the super secret, 400-some acre property of a friend, the views, private hot springs and company are unrivaled. More than 100 people showed up this past weekend, including band members from Yosemite’s The Trespassers and Truckee’s Loose Cannon who played late into the night by the bonfire.

one hot hole in the ground

the crowd gathers at dusk


p.s. The lamb was tasty.

p.p.s. Is there a decompression party for Burning Lambers?