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Jack and I were invited to go on a trip ( 11 hours ) up the Polochic River with Mike from Texan Bay Marina and friends.. His trusted body guard with his shot gun ( thankfully not needed ) came along to share the adventure. We made it up river to the base of the mountains--about 39 miles from the lake entrance. Primitive, unspoiled, and scary beautiful, the river was out of her banks and some levees had given way. A collasped concrete bridge in the river at the base of the mountains marked the end of our journey. |
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The mountains are our destination |
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The blue line marks our route |
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Howler monkeys grunt their disapproval |
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A flooded work camp |
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The river was out of its banks |
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Birds everywhere |
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This water buffalo didn't trust us and followed along |
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Mayan village |
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Old fort guards the lake entrance |
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right, the smiles are for real |
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Home |
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