In case you were worried (who worries here at the TAW?), Capt. America is alive and well and having the time of his life somewhere on the Baja peninsula. They finally motored into a town (the first one they have come to with a pay phone), and called in.
Seems that their brilliant plan on having a constant connection with the satellite phones isn't playing out too well. Ah, well. If that's the biggest problem they have, they will be lucky.
Tonight they will be sleeping on the beach somewhere near San Francisquito. Hope he sleeps above the high tide line (see, there's always something to worry about).
Adios for now, amigos.