Both Googleman and guidebooks have taken a lot of the mystery out of travel. They are useful at times. For example, we drop Googleman down on a Googlemap to see what road conditions are like up ahead. Guidebooks help us find areas with cheap hotels in cities and usually have good maps. We rarely stay in the places in the book, since they tend to get expensive once they’ve made into a book.
Using these aides take some of the thrill out of the process of discovery. A big draw of travel is the feeling of adventuring into the unknown.
It would be naive to think that anywhere we have been has never been seen by another human, but for us, every bend in the road offers the potential to discover something we’ve never seen. Today’s little wonder was a scene straight out of the romanticized version of a pirate’s hideout.
There was no signage to indicate something out of the ordinary on the windswept, barren coast. However, the sight of the natural bridge had us both making the obligatory movie pirate exclamations like “Arghh!” and “Yo ho ho”.
It was a perfect pirate cove! We had to stop and explore.
In my mind I could envision the pirate ship anchored off the coast in the clear blue waters while a few men rowed into the cove, their boat dangerously low in the water, laden with plunder from a Spanish galleon, ironic in the fact that it had been stolen from the Inca. They were there to bury part of their loot for safe keeping.
Sadly, we did not find pieces of eight but only plastic bottles and other trash blown down from the road.
We were also treated to sandblasted rocks, sculpted by the wind into shapes that sparked the imagination. We called out what we saw along the way, “seal”, “shark”, “butt”.
While we didn’t discover any pirate booty, we did have new memories to treasure.