1983: Mazatlan

Dad paid for a vacation for Kate and me down to Mazatlan, where we were going to meet him and Pat, his current wife. But at the last minute they couldn't make it, so it was a week on the beach for us. It was actually pretty good, saw plenty of birds, did a lot of swimming in the surf, and only got a little sick. I walked around in back of one of the big hotels and found a marshy area absolutely full of birds. Didn't last long though, a guard came out and shooed me away. We mostly survived on about 10 pounds of shrimp we bought at the town market.

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