My friend Keith called me up and said “what are you doing right now?”. Now, I know when he calls with a question like that, I clear my busy schedule (heavy sarcasm there if you had not detected it) because he is gonna say “Lets go do… (insert adventure here)”. So, away we went. We left San Clemente for the laguna that is supposed to be “east of San Clemente”. We see a sign (sorry, I forgot to photograph it), “something, something LA LAGUNA”. We figure we havent been to a lake in a while, so lets go find it.
Along the way, we are talking about all the fun stuff we could do at the lake. Hiking, fishing, boating, skipping rocks, camping. All those great things. We wind down the road that gets slightly thinner the more we go. We come to a small village, buy a soda and keep on going. We keep going. We see gourds hanging from vines. We keep going. We pick a few gourds, hoping they will dry out and look pretty. We keep going.
Whelp, so far there is no lake in sight. So, what do we do? We keep going. After a while, we see a man walking down the road. I ask him “donde es la laguna?”. He smiles, points to the top of the next hill, and says “la laguna”! Laguna is “lake” in spanish, so I figure we are onto something. He then mentions the church at the top of the hill. Ok, we have a landmark to turn at. We keep going.
We get to the top of the hill, and I ask another guy where the laguna is. He points to the right. We are a bit confused, so what do we do? Yep, you guessed it. We keep going. We ask the guy at the next house “donde es la laguna?” I say, “you know, a lot of water” He looks at us strangely and says “there is no lake” then he says “its not far from here”. So, clearly I am missing something in my directions/interpretations of spanish/and a bit of sanity. So, Keith and I figure there is only 1 thing left to do. Now, most people would turn around and go home, but not Keith and I. Yep, you guessed it again. We keep going.
About 5 minutes later, after still looking for a lake, we deduce, “there aint no lake out here”. Then we start thinking about all the locals that are wondering what these silly gringos are doing looking for a lake.
Here is the view from a hilltop.
Ok, now that we figure out that there is no lake, we figure out that the name of the town with the church was “something, something LA LAGUNA” It was not a sign for a lake, it was a sign with the name of a town with lake in name. HAHAHA
So, what did we do? We kept going!! We drove and wound our way through the mountains.
Here are a couple of photographs of the terrain.
So, we finally pop out on a road that goes from Rocafuerte to Tosagua. It took us about 2 hours to drive this route. If we drove the main road from point to point the trip would have only been about 1/2 hour.
We got to see the country side, and dream about a nice lake to relax at. We had a great time, and we will continue to chase things, real or imaginary.
Thanks Keith for a great day!
Figuring it out… 1 ghost lake at a time.