The so-called “mud season” and the various strategies for avoiding it are as much a part of life in mountain towns as jam bands and part-time jobs.

Mud hasn’t characterized this season in Jackson so much as a distinct and worrying absence of snow. Whatever. Casting those concerns aside, I chose a time-honored technique for making the most of the ‘tweener season and hopped a flight to Mexico to spend a week surfing and drinking in a little town called Sayulita. Read More »