Honduras' mangroves and marshy coastlines are the epitomy of North America's unexplored wilderness, and so for the last ten years, the stories of Honduras' coastlines have begged me to pursue the mysteries of these spectacular habitats.  And so, it was this Honduran coast that pushed me, in 2004, to visit Louisiana's bayou coast.  And it was there where I met with people who explained that if a hurricane were to visit Louisiana, it would be our tinkering with coastline habitats that would multiply the devastation.  And it was the Honduran mangroves which fueled my interest in the golf developments of the Northern Bahamas, to be built by removing small islands' last mangrove networks.

To travel  is to see it before it happens, to ask questions that others can't yet see.  There are always forces at work on Earth that conspire to intervene in our history. 

I have arrived at my traveler's muse, the edge of the wilderness, a geography of mystery rich in wonder.  Elmer and I walk in silence to a cascading set of waterfalls, which pour into a pool fringed by ferns.  Lead me mysteries of Honduras, what new questions will you throw me next?