A couple week's ago, I told you that I was finished with Boquete, Panama. Well, I lied! I forgot about one more unpublished scenic road trip. So scenic in fact, that it was impossible to capture on digital film. Well, at least with my point and shoot.
The color isn't quite the mossy myriad rainbow of greens I saw with my naked eye. The depth isn't as deep. The vistas aren't quite as breathtakingly vast. And the morning fog isn't quite as magical.
Every time we got into the car in Boquete and drove up into the hills, I always said, "That was the prettiest drive yet." Each one seemed to surpass the last one.
Is this one the prettiest?
I don't know. But this time, it really is the last. In Boquete.
There's cows up in those thar hills.
And wild berries.
Once at the top, we attempted a hike on the Sendero Los Quetzales trail. We drove from Boquete, which is at an elevation of around 3,200 feet to the 6,500 start of the trail. We didn't get very far. Because of moi. Me. The wimp. I was tired from what ever activity we did the day before. But we still dinged around long enough to enjoy a scenic picnic lunch back at the trail head. But, the drive alone was worth it.
Farm workers were picking potatoes on the hillside. I was glad that I was on vacation. And could end the puffer of a trail at any time. With no hard labor.
The trail was embedded with shards of old tile.
The paint was peeling right off this sign. Soon, it will be sign-less!
This farm or finca along the trail, had a quaint little sign nestled in-between these beautiful flowers.
This flower had a visitor. Do you see it?
This flower grew along side a mossy fence post. Actually, everything was mossy.
I captured a bee. Yippee!
I wish this was my driveway.
I wish I was still in Panama. There's nothing like traveling.
And be sure to travel to The Chorus of the Crows this week. I spin a twisted and barbed tale...