The untamed shores of
the Golfo Dulce, what more can I say? Sigh. You can buy sunglasses
for as little as two bucks (my husband always loses a pair in the rough surf), roam
shoeless, abandon all matter of outerwear, pan for gold, park wherever you damn
well please, and lose yourself, seemingly forever, in the wilds of primitive
jungle and beach.
Is there something new to explore? Not really. But who needs new when you have rusty, shabby, old, neglected, and downright wonderful things to see?
Old things have always fascinated me, and these weathered boats have seen better days. At low tide, they're landlocked and ripe for a photo safari. Follow my feet down memory lane…