My Bags Are Packed... I'm Ready To Go...!

Two big bags.
Two backpacks.
Car has gas.
We have passports.
Birthdays to celebrate.
Volcanos to watch.
Trails to hike.
Ziplines to thrill.
Monkeys to laugh at.
Sloths to stare at.
Beers to drink.
Food to eat.
Rain forests to explore.

Thanks SO much to our awesome neighbors, P & J for boat-sitting!
And to the assistant boat-sitters, S, K, C & other S.
And mainly to A & T for letting me actually leave their employ for two whole weeks!
I have the best neighbors, employers and co-workers!

Thanks all :)

Night of The Living Dredge

Not sure why, but this monsterous dredge always seems to pick the most inopportune times to attack.
When dredging it's on harbor attack 24 hours a day.
The day part not being so bad.
But then the night.
Always one particular night...
It intrudes into our personal little marina space either the night before my birthday or a few days prior to vacation.
It cannot wait until we are on a birthday wine tasting trip or on a plane to Costa Rica.
It can't attack at day.
Nope, it always attacks at night.
It attacks loudly.
All lit up.

Like a cruise ship 75' off our stern.
With anchors and cans being dropped in our back up zone.

It's big.
It's loud.
Pipes abound.
The pipes are loud.
Well... the items flying down the pipes are loud.

Clink - oh that must have been a screwdriver!
CLINK - oh a beer bottle!
CLANK - someone's keys!
Clink - a cell phone for sure!
CLANK - aggghhh my old bicycle!

It has little loud assistants.
Minion boats with an attitude.And lots of wake.

It's scary.
Seriously scary.
Nightmare scary.
Bad B horror movie scary.
Well, the front end digger, scooper thing is bad b horror movie scary.

Picture this...
Campground by the sea.
Blonde girls camping in tents.
Boys they are interested in with their tents just down the beach.
Dredge just offshore.
Lights ablaze.
Clink.
Boys and girls around campfire.
Marshmellows roasting and turning slowly brown in the glow.
Clink.
One boy who amazingly enough has a good singing voice, playing guitar, singing along.
Clink.
A bottle being passed around.
Clank.
One girl walks down the beach to meet the guy she's had her eyes on for weeks.
The theater crowd whispers "don't go down there"...
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up!
The girl disappears.
Clink, CLANK, Clink, clink, CLANK!
The end result.
See that pair of jeans stuck up in there?
Stuff nightmares and bad b movies are made of.

The Disease is Getting Worse...

Helps that in less than 7 days we will be THERE!Then full recovery is expected.
Until we get home and have a severe case of "Post Vacation Depression".

Costa Rica on The Brain

We both have this horrible disease...
It seeps into every waking moment.
It overshadows all the important stuff of the week.
If I could think of anything important from the week...

Ummmm....
I think there is a big football game on today.
Not that either of us even know who is playing.
Really.
I have no idea.

Uh, what else?
I thought a lot about tangle-less hangers.
Really, I wish someone would invent hangers that don't tangle with each other.
It's like an on-going gang fight in my closet locker.
Drives me nuts.

Jim got hiking boots!
Real shoes.
And it was only the second pair he tried on.
Generally shoe shopping for Jim is a disaster.
A disaster for us.
About the only time we fight.
Or I want to chop him up into little bits and feed him to whatever eeks out a life in our harbor.


Uh, what else?
We saw a jellyfish yesterday next to the boat.
And we saw what dry ice does when someone "accidentially" drops it from the pier.


And we saw the whole reason duct tape is in short supply.

See why Costa Rica on The Brain is ok?