We motored the dink back into these mangroves and checked out a fishing village that looked right out of the Latin version of Deliverance. Then we hiked to the dunes, did some minor archeological scouring over a ruined foundation and invented complete lives from the remaining rusted clues. Later I climbed the mast and tried to fix our jammed main. No joy. But the view from that high off the water was really something. It felt good to have a climbing harness on again. On the way back from surfing we stopped to make friends with the fishing boat anchored a short distance away. They got excited over the thought of a bottle of wine. We traded champagne instead. None of us were excited to drink it and in exchange we got about 20 lbs of cleaned frozen shrimp. They packed the blue cooler for us.
So how was your day?