We'd spent the better part of a day driving from Panama City to Yaviza, the last town on most maps of Panama before the Darien Gap, where all roads end and the jungle engulfs you. My cousin was driving the Land Cruiser, and we decided to press on to the northern border of Parque Nacional Darien. The road was awful, very muddy in some spots, and difficult to traverse, even with the Land Cruiser. We pulled over to enjoy a view over a steep ravine, and my camera, a Spottie, took a tumble and rolled down almost to the bottom. Field glasses were needed to spot the camera. We estimated the distance to where the camera was to be about 100 feet or so, so I grabbed about fifty feet of nylon role, wrapped the Toyota's winch cable around me, and was slowly winched down in the direction of the camera. I was scared, but also exhilarated. Fortunately, there was enough cable that I didn't have need for the rope. I grabbed the camera, which was so covered with mud that its condition was difficult to ascertain, and my cousin slowly winched me up to the road.
I wiped off the camera with a damp rag, but couldn't get all the mud off, however the camera worked well. For years there remained some mud embedded in the leatherette - a badge of honor, so to speak. Shel > [Original Message] > From: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Anyone else have a fall story and good news after.??
