He just turned out a little short01/23/2010
Timing is everything, bro.
Brother John and I launch into the lagoon at sunset, and point the bow wherever Sammy says.
Paddling the Barra Lagoon01/23/2010
Brother John always find the wildlife, and on this paddle just before nightfall, we saw a huge array of birds massing in the mangrove trees for the night: Herons, egrets, ibus, coromorants and pelicans, all pushing and shoving, honking and grunting and clacking in many voices and generally raising a ruckus.
An embarrassment of riches01/23/2010
Every night Mother Nature digs out the Crayola box and goes to work. Just when you think it just can't get any better, it does.
Recently sighted on the beach at sunset, they are extremely tall and very hard to catch.
Long walks on the beach01/23/2010
Our nightly ritual in Tenecatita Bay is to paddle the kayaks ashore through the surf, then walk barefoot down a mile of wide open beach, rolling small coconuts like bowling balls for Sammy to chase down.