Parrot Tree Plantation on the Island of Roatan
Beth and I left the hotel to go walking very early. We found a long yellow bridge that stretched out over some swampy waters, filled with the tangled roots of mangrove trees. Beth put me down on the yellow railing, in a spot of morning sun.
I fell off a wall in Chile, 3 years ago! I don't always trust Beth's judgement. She found me that day in Chile, after lots of search. But I would have been a goner, if a gust had blown me down into that dark jungle of roots!
A Better Bridge
Beth took me to another yellow bridge and insisted she would be careful. She put a rock behind my back. Then she placed a lovely flower petal near my foot. Nice touch, Beth. I know you're just trying to hide my foot that needs mending. Please fix my foot!
It did feel pretty nice up there, with palms blowing above me and blue pool water shimmering below! I never thought Honduras could be so heavenly!
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.