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Our young adult kids live in Tucson, so we visit often to get all the hugs we can. As a result, Tucson has become one of our "pickleball homes". As nomads, we are fortunate to meet all kinds of wonderful people, which we love doing. There is something special though about the people you get to play with on a regular basis. If you are a member of a league, or if you have a great group of friends that you get together with often, you get to know everyone, and fess up... you hav

San Carlos is a little gem of a town that captured our attention many years ago when we first stayed there way back in 2005 in a time share. We were in the marina where we met a man living on his trimaran. He generously offered us his dinghy to get out on the beautiful bay with our two kids. He mentioned a little cave on a nearby island and we puttered our way there to discover the small hole in the rock. To our amazement the light pouring in to the opening revealed a large s

Have you ever been pickled? As in 11-0? Can that also be considered a skunk? We got skunked in a different way In Mazatlán. If you’ve been following along with our blog, you already know that there was a fair contingent of players in San Miguel de Allende, there were less players in Chapala, but great competitors, and there was only one player in Rincon de Guayabitos, but he was a good, fun player. We arrived in Mazatlan, a bustling town with a population of almost 700,000 pe

Rincon de Guayabitos is quite likely not a place that has been on your radar, unless perhaps you are from Mexico. You have likely heard of it's neighbor, Puerto Vallarta which is just about an hour south. Rincon de Guayabitos is a beautiful partially protected harbor with many hotels that line the beaches abutting the very warm waters of the Pacific. We drove the 200 miles due west from Chapala in about four hours. Portions of the well maintained Highway 15 and 15D are toll

San Miguel de Allende, Mexico is the beginning point of our epic Pickleball Road Trip North through North America.

Our pickleball journey first began in 1991, but didn't really take off until a trip to San Miguel de Allende. See where it takes us.