Breakfast at the all you can stuff buffet, and we hit some trails. A good time. Even though we were in a really close-by location with civilization nearby, it still seemed as though stepping off the trail would result in getting lost and eventually dying of insect bites, exposure or getting eaten by a jaguar. I read River of Doubt, and can appreciate the rainforest’s unfeeling and uncaring allowance for death. One does not fuck with the jungle. Period. We stuck to the known, and traveled trails.
We saw some interesting things, but for me, the highlight of the time on the trail was spending the time with my kids, doing something that I really enjoy, and watching them enjoy it too.
Wrapped it up with a few beers at the bar, and a burger. It’s hard to diminish the pleasure of sitting in an outdoor bar, with a warm breeze and a cold beer and a good book.
Tomorrow we head back to the beach and Coronado. “Home”, I guess, though being away for a few days already makes it less a home than just a next place to be. I wonder if anyplace will be ever be a home to me?