I'm sure everyone has experienced it ... that moment of panic when you run around screaming like a crazy woman. Okay, maybe it's just me, but when it happens my heart rate goes sky high and I get that huge sinking feeling that tears my heart out.
It was a beautiful warm sunny day. Surprise, since it's been so cold and windy. I unloaded another ton of junk from the RV, stacking stuff everywhere thinking I would sort it out later. Suddenly, all I saw was Cooper. I looked around quickly and called for Jessie. Nothing.
OMG maybe she got out? She couldn't have ... no way!! I'm very careful of that. I called and called, clapping my hands loudly since she can't hear, running from one end of the house to the other. She knows to come when I clap. NOTHING.
INSTANT PANIC!! She got out! I ran outside and down the hill, yelling and clapping until I saw movement. I FOUND HER!! Nope ... what I found was a face to face with a big coyote!! YIKES!! I turned tail and ran back up the hill.
My heart dropped even further. Nooooooo my poor Jessie is probably gone. Back in the house, I slumped on the couch and guess who came and stuck her head on my neck!! All this time she was sitting on the back of the couch where I couldn't see her. Little Brat!! So that was my exercise for the day.
Something very similar happened to me in Costa Rica. Here we are again at the "dock", and I use that word loosely.
All aboard, we took off like a shot with two other boats along a very narrow and shallow river of sorts.
The guides were kind enough to point out the alligators. Patty and I looked at each other. What in the heck did we sign up for?????
Soon the little waterway turned into a huge river being filled even higher with rain like I've never seen.
Every mile or so we saw a dock of sorts all looking like they were going to fall over. My oh my ..... there's a hotel back here somewhere??
The two houses we passed didn't exactly look like five star accommodations. By now I'm thinking maybe a minus three!!
At long last we pulled in to a dock similar to the above and walked up the hill to find these huts on stilts. THIS is our "hotel"? I mean it's gorgeous and green, but .... but ..... are we staying here?
Even the walkways are built on stilts!! We made our way down this one to the farthest room.
Ooh ... creatures. This may not be so bad after all!! It's a good thing I didn't take my bestest (not a real word) camera because by now we are soaking wet. Even my tennis shoes are wet all the way through.
This is it ... our humble abode for the next few days. The good part is there was at least a concrete shower ... sort of ... with not really warm water, but it was so hot and humid, we didn't care. There are no windows, only screens on the openings above the bed and on two holes in the wall out front.
It wasn't time to panic yet, but it was coming very soon. We didn't unpack since there was no place to hang anything. Not that we HAD anything to unpack but one extra pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I can still hear myself uttering the words "why didn't they TELL us about this?"
It gets even better, but I'll tell more of the story tomorrow. For now, I'm doing some stretches and going for a walk to try and limber up from yesterday's Jessie scare that has left me stiff as a board.
I hope you had a wonderful Christmas.