Scarier than a Disneyland Ride!

The idyllic scene above, complete with an egret in flight, in NO WAY shows you the beginning or the end of our Jungle River Trip in Tenacatita! Alice had read about this little adventure in our Mexico Travel Guide, and did note that the 'best time' to enter the mouth of this little river is when the tide is coming in and the river is rising. However, by the time we got up, had breakfast, took the dinghy down, and drove to the Boca del Rio Iguana the tide had turned and was going out... We thought we might have to pull the dinghy over the entrance bar, but did not count on: 1) getting drenched by a rogue wave that filled the dinghy with several inches of sea water and got both camera cases wet, 2) that the entrance was so shallow that the motor was useless, 3) that Bill could NOT pull the dinghy past the mouth because of the tide going against him, 4) that Alice would have to relinquish the already wet camera cases and get out and help push and pull until we finally found the channel!
Once we succeeded in getting into the channel the ride became enjoyable, in spite of our both being soaking wet and hoping the cameras were okay (which they were as wintessed by the accompanying photos). We saw/heard numerous water fowl, spotted one lazy iguana sunning on a mangrove branch, and were amazed at the overgrowth of the huge mangrove trees which shot new roots downward above our heads! Eventually we arrived at the lagoon which marks the source of the 2 mile river where we rested, enjoyed drinks we'd packed, and actually succeeded in bailing out most of the water using... Alice's Croc shoes, even though they are very holey! The trip back out was quicker, except for the point when Alice decided to shift side on her perch in the bow of the dinghy, blocking Bill's view and sending us sliding into a snarl of mangrove roots. We both worried about what would greet us at the mouth of the little river, and it surely looked shallow. Bill raised the motor when it hit sand and we sat in the surf for a minute or two and then a pretty good wave just carried us out into the edge of the bay where we could again employ our trusty motor. Needless to say, a hot shower and a load of laundry were our first two items of business once back on Grey Wolf! Should we still be doing this stuff? Of course!