New Noises

Sounds come in all pitches, levels and volumes.  The sounds during the night were the big rig trucks breaking, 2 stroke dirt bikes racing up and down the street, rain, thunder and lightning, and the noise of people at the bars.  We were very tired and went to bed early, but the noises kept me up.  

Bright and early at 4:30, before any sliver of sun rose over the range to the east, a bloody rooster made its presence known.  I don’t mind  gobbling if it is on April 28th and I am turkey hunting.  Not this case however.  Nevertheless morning doves and tree frogs signaled soon after.  Then a sundry of other native species called.  By five local time we were well awake.

I went for a run.  It would be the first time I saw anything of Dominical in daylight.  So I went down a road, up another, through yonder and by a corner.  5km might be padding the actual data, but it would be good enough.  It was all it would take to get a sense of where we are and where other necessities would be.  This is a small community.  Most readers would get that it wouldn’t be much bigger then Grand Bend.  It has the exact same feel as it too.

Shelly and I walked to the Groceria, but the proprietors didn’t rise as early as us.  Evidently no roosters in their neighbourhood.  So we went for a breakfast and coffee at a cafe instead.  After 40 minutes of that, it was back to the grocery store.  We got a decent amount of grub to tie is over and stock our cabin.  Shelly and I walked the town, walked the beach, and in no time we were on a 13:00 bus 15 km up the road to Nauyaca Falls.

It was a 5km hike in.  I would compare it to a mixture of the Grouse Grind, Old Smokey on the Cabot Trail, driving into Whiskey Lake, as well as walking up to Old Quebec City.  It was hot and dusty, and mean and nasty.  It wasn’t for regular folk, just irregulars such as ourselves.  By and by we made it, and a spectacular and well worth adventure it was.  It really was physically demanding.  No wonder they offer horseback riding and Jeep tours to the falls.  

No sooner had we finished the hike a bus was there to pick us up.  As much a s Tuesday’s travel was about waiting, today that wouldn’t be the case.  We took the winding road back to Dominical and immediately retreated back to the retreat.  Within 40 minutes in was dark, and it rained quite heavily.  Not wanting to go out into the monsoon like conditions, we picked away at our booty from the grocery store.  We had nachos and salsa, but out of a bag and a jar.  Crazy, we are all this way, but eating like we just shopped at Giant Tiger.  Authentically fresh would have been hundreds of metres away.....