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From the porch of our house the view to the south seemed to go on forever. We headed out to explore. Bahia Point at center. |
We went about 20 miles on the Coast Highway and discovered the Marina Ballena National Park. | The place was deserted. | The streams were swollen with run off from the previous day's rains. |
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| Postcard quality subject matter at Marina Ballena National Park | Looking south down the Marina Ballena National Park beach you can make out the profile of the Osa Peninsula. | Nikki, Christine and Francis strolling along the beach at Marina Ballena Park. | The low tide offered a lot of potential for finding treasures. Eventually we found some sand dollars but otherwise there were no shells or other signs of marine life. |
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| Binoculars were a really good thing to have around in case a bird or monkey was heard. Here he could see someone was taking a photo of him. | These plants were really bright (compared to the exasperated look on Nikki's face). | The pool and little cottages. | Nikki enjoyed the beverages while we took in the view and chatted with the French manager. | We located the Profelix wildcat center mentioned in the guide books. The lady kindly gave us a private tour and let Nikki hold this tame ocelot long enough for me to take a photo! |
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| Whenever we had a break in the touring schedule, Brigitte made good use of the pool. | A happy crew of campers around the pool. | High tide at sunset at Bahia Point. The surf churned over rocks barely submerged. | We waited for the famed green flash but it never happened. But the waves crashed at our feet. | Men at Work! |
