I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless,
As it extends into the world around us,
It goes an equal distance into the world within.
|Anchored near a new entrance to the mangrove area|
|Red rock caves enhanced by greenery everywhere|
|Day of hurricane Paul - waterfall forming on the right|
Water of bay is brown instead of blue-green
|One day later all that remains of the waterfall is this cave|
One evening, we watch a bird of prey carry away a snake caught near shore. The next day we witness another one catch a needle fish and fly it to its nest. Crickets are singing all night. Life is seemingly at its fullest.
Of note as well was the new smell, rather than a dry dusty desert scent, we had a green, lush, vibrant aroma with hints of new pine and lime. It was so new, tingly and refreshing; it nearly felt like we were in the jungle of southern Mexico again.
|Nikki cooling off in river bottom's large puddle day after hurricane Paul|
|Nothing like cooling water to make a dog happy|