Showing posts with label Wild Bird Wednesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wild Bird Wednesday. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

The Bridge of the Americas


Finally, my first Panama post! You may not have been waiting around my blog. Impatiently. But I couldn't wait to start sharing. Panama was our 9th trip to Central America. Obviously, there's something about the beautiful beaches, the avian skies and rolling jungles that we love. A lot. We started this year's adventure at The Bridge of the Americas. It spans the Pacific entrance to the Panama Canal. Here's more info for avid readers. Skip it if you bore easily...

 The Bridge of the Americas crosses the Pacific approach to the Panama Canal at Balboa, near Panama City. It was built between 1959 and 1962 by the United States at a cost of 20 million U.S. dollars. From its completion in 1962 until the opening of the Centennial Bridge in 2004, the Bridge of the Americas was a key part of the Pan-American Highway. The Bridge of the Americas greatly increased road traffic capacity across the canal. There are two earlier bridges which cross the canal, but they use moveable designs and have limited traffic capacity. The earlier spans include a small swinging road bridge (built into the lock structure at GatĂșn) and a swinging road/rail bridge (constructed in 1942 at Miraflores.) The Centennial Bridge was constructed to eliminate this bottleneck and reduce traffic congestion on the Bridge of the Americas.
The bridge is a cantilever design where the suspended span is a tied arch.[1] The bridge has a total length of 1,654 m (5,425 ft) in 14 spans, abutment to abutment. The main span measures 344 m (1,128 ft) and the tied arch (the center part of the main span) is 259 m (850 ft).[1] The highest point of the bridge is 117 m (384 ft) above mean sea level; the clearance under the main span is 61.3 m (201 ft) at high tide. Ships must cross under this bridge when traversing the canal, and are subject to this height restriction. (The Centennial Bridge is also a fixed obstacle, but its clearance is much higher: 80.0 m (262 ft)).
The bridge is an impressive sight, and a good view can be obtained from the Balboa Yacht Club, where many small boats tie up before or after transiting the canal. Throughout the day and night numerous vessels pass under the bridge, either entering or departing from the Panama Canal. There are wide access ramps at each end, and pedestrian walkways on each side.


The first thing we did after surviving late night customs, was hail a taxi upon arriving in Panama City. The driver needed to make 3 stops, just to clean his windshield. Only in Central America!

When we arrived at the hotel, we showered in a dark bathroom (no light bulbs) and went to bed. With the air cranked on high. I woke up semi-refreshed at 7 am, ushered the heavy curtains to the right, slid open the door to our balcony and wham! I was accosted in a delightful way, by humidity and a chorus of birds. It was so humid that the lens of my camera fogged immediately. As you can see in the two photos. Top and bottom.

We stayed at the Country Inn and Suites. But just for one night. It was a little rough around the edges. But that being said, after my husband went down to check out the breakfast situation, he took one look at me in my fat pants and said I better dress up for breakfast. No way Jose! But, even though the hotel was nothing special, the dining experience was kind of fancy. People really were dressed up for a breakfast buffet. Not me. 


Our foggy view of the Canal.


My husband snapped this photo of me (taking photos) with his I-phone. Suddenly, after years of waiting to get smart phones, he's a great photographer too. I love this photo.


I tried out my fish eye lens. 



Groovy.










And of course, if there's a portal of any kind, I photograph it. I love this one too.


The first morning is my absolute favorite time of our travels. Because, after an exotic breakfast, you have the whole trip just waiting to unfold. And Panama was a great trip. More on that over the coming year. And beyond...

But for now, be sure to stumble over to The Chorus of the Crows for some drunk ramblings. You'll be Mad if you don't!

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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

By Rook or by Crook

We visited Rookery Swamp in Florida in 2015.

Is it a bad omen when vultures cross your path? Or block the trail entirely? You better get used to it at Rookery Swamp in Florida. These days, it's not uncommon to see bikers blocking your path as well. But it is still a great place for birding. Here's the low down from the crew trust website 

The Bird Rookery Swamp Trail officially opened in July 2011. The Bird Rookery Swamp Trail offer 12 miles of hiking and biking trails, including an 1800-ft. boardwalk with wheelchair accessibility. A 1/4-mile crushed shell path leads to an 1800-foot boardwalk, then the trails become ground level, sandy/grassy relatively flat berms with swamp on both sides. The trails are actually old tram roads used when the area was logged many years ago. Biking can be a challenge on the grassy/sandy trails, but quite rewarding. The maple-cypress swamp is home to alligators, otters, Florida panthers, bobcats, white-tailed deer and more. There is one port-o-potty at the beginning of the boardwalk and several benches along the trail within the first 1.5 miles. Beyond that there are no structures.
Birders will delight in the abundance of songbirds that frequent the cypress trees along the boardwalk, as well as the many raptors and wading birds found along the trails. Barred owls are common and swallow-tailed kites frequent the area in summer.
2015
If you thought it was wet last year, think again. This year at Corkscrew was the wettest on record. The water was too deep for wading birds. And if you think the grandpas or Woodstorks are nesting. Forget about it.

2015
This was last year. This year the swamp was bursting with more leafy life than ever before. But not as many birds.




2015
This red shouldered hawk had an eagle eye. On us. Or, some unsuspecting prey.


2015
An origami style mushroom.


2015
Camo gecko.



Single

2015
Double


2015


2015
A burst of color.

2015

Some things slither. 

I'll post this year's walk later on. But for now...

Be sure to snake your way over to The Chorus of the Crows this week. I'm going postal!

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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

A Misty Morning in Dominical


When I look at this photograph, I think of morning solitude, generous warmth and wet sand.  If I was an egret, this would be my rock too.  I would love to spend every morning here. Except, instead of fish I'd eat a farm fresh egg and a papaya picked from a near by tree for breakfast.





If I was an egret I'd be impossibly thin. Ha! And dressed in wispy white feathers.  I'd prefer to keep my people feet though.  Because there's more surface to feel the mushy sand beneath my toes. What a weird sight that would be. A graceful egret with human feet. The horror!



These two fishermen were having a grand time beating the relentless waves. 



A forest of water fairy plants emerges at low tide.



Feelers...



I love the texture of this photo. And the subtle color. 



A crab's eye view.



A solemn reminder of water safety.

Playa Dominical is one of the most dangerous beaches in Central America and was previously known as “Playa de Muerte” (Death Beach) due to the high drowning rate. The Dominical Lifeguards deal with 8-10 foot surf and rip currants that pull 300-400 meters of shore on a consistent basis. The ISLA Team is on a scouting mission” to see what type of training, resources, equipment the Costa Rican guards need. While their down there the volunteers will be noting the needs, watching the operations, sharing their knowledge, and donating equipment.

I enjoy the sand side of this beach.  But if you are braving the surf, beware. And a prayer couldn't hurt.

And on a lighter note, be sure to click your paw here to follow the folly of funny felines over at The Chorus of the Crows.

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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Casa Quiet


Do you remember Casa Construction? It had breath taking mountain views. Plus, a wee bit of noise. Well, we moved into Canto del Mar after leaving Casa Construction last Winter. We managed to find a bed off the dusty streets, an affordable place and another great view!  Not quite so great. But good. Really good. There was some road noise.  But compared to the bulldozers, gravel trucks, hammers and saws reeking havoc from dusk till dawn at Casa Construction, let's just say it was a wild improvement.  At casa construction, you could pass a cup of sugar through the palm trees to the gravel truck driver. Or a cerveza if he asked for one.  I think I even saw a monkey waving a white flag with a bandanna filled with bananas on a stick. He was swinging as fast as he could down the mountain.






Pipas Frias. A fresh, chilled coconut opened with a small machete and served with a smile and a straw.

We were in Costa Rica for a long time this year.  But we were still tourists after all.  And nothing is so refreshing after a hot day on the beach than Pipas Frias.





When we got home in the afternoon, we sometimes had nude sunbathers on our deck. 



We just asked if he wanted a drink. "Gracias," he replied.  Or was that me.



We got to walk on a new Dominical beach. Our favorite restaurant just happened to be perched on a rock ledge at the end.  Paraiso Lodge.





When this boat brought in the day's catch, we witnessed a girl fight at the far corner of the beach.  The men had all they could do to break it up. I don't know what the problem was, but I doubt it had anything to do with Mahi. Man-he maybe.



The vultures eagerly awaited some scraps. Or my toe.



We're up there somewhere.



At low tide there were little pools to cool your toes in.



And at night there were amazing sunsets.

 I love this photo.  And I loved the tourist friendly and quiet Canto del Mar. 

Did you eat your leftovers? They're getting re-heated and served over at The Chorus of the Crows 



Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Beautiful Baru


Mornings are magic at Baru.  Hacienda Baru is located just outside the surfer town of Dominical, Costa Rica.  And it is one of my all time favorite beach walks. I hear a lot of people reminisce about white sand beaches.  They are the type that usually go to Sandals, sip sweaty umbrella drinks and barely explore the outer reaches of their beach towel. They have their priorities screwed up!  I think a perfect beach has a firm walking surface, warm water and miles of unexplored sand snaking as far as the eye can see.  Sand color is completely optional.  I've even walked on green sand beaches!  




The pelicans were skimming the surface. They only care that the water is blue.



You won't see any celebrities.  But you will see stars.



Sand dollars are the only currency you'll need.  There's nothing to buy at Baru beach.



You can drift aimlessly...


Drift wood collects near the mouth of the Baru River.  It is the only beach chairs you'll find here.




There are no hotels either.  It's just you and the view.  Oh, and the sand is brown.

Meanwhile, I went to Panama! Be sure to hop over to www.thechorusofthecrows.blogspot.com for a new post about Panama City and how this exciting location impacted my writing.