My journeys through Panama culminated in great fanfare. Our last night we dined under a straw umbrella overlooking the Pacific Bay and an illuminated Panama City as an exciting backdrop. The skies overhead blew up every few minutes with white puffs of distant heat-lighting followed by low rumbles. I ate a scrumptuous plate of squid in creole sauce followed by 2 margaritas and a chicken soup with tubulous tree roots that tasted more like potatoes than plant life. Delicious.
But, like a migrating flock of birds on acid, I'm now nowhere near Central America but instead 10 minutes from Canada. I'm staying with the nicest couple this side of the St.Lawrence River; showcasing their sprawling neck-of-the-woods, including a tobacco farm, a haunted 'underground railroad' house from the 1820's and one of the largest Antique collection shops in the North Country.
More to come with photos too. Now, it's time to hightail it to a lost camp somewhere in the Adirondacks. Two friends await my arrival.
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