Sunday, 17 November 2024

Costa Rica 1992: "A Snake!"


      At the far end of the picnic area we came upon a gate, which we unhooked and entered a trail.  We began walking up the trail, which was just a bush road, carefully avoiding the cow paddies.  There was a total lack of signage, so we turned around and walked all the way back to the Park Keeper, to asked if that was the trail.  “Si,” was his answer, as best as we could interpret it.

    So again we walked up the trail, and to our dismay, found that it led to another cow pasture.  Fortunately, following the trail eventually led us to an actual jungle.  Once under the thick canopy of trees, we stopped to listen to the many varied songs of the tropical birds.  Look as we might, we were  never able to spot any of them.

    My wife made the big discovery of the day.   As we trekked down the trail, she suddenly exclaimed, “Snake!” and pointed to the low plants on the side of the road.  I noticed a little tail slip under some leaves, as my wife, in great haste, headed for the security of middle of the road and stayed there.  

    I carefully pried the leaves away to get a closer look at the little guy, and got quite a shock.  It was a Fer-de-lance, the most poisonous snake in South America (and I assume Costa Rica).  It was just a baby, about as thick as a pencil, and 10 inches long, but it had the obvious arrowhead-shaped head and the ochre-colored patterns. 

    I was happy we had run into just a baby Fer-de-lance, because they can grow up to seven feet long.  I took a photo, hoping the picture would turn out, but despite looking at that slide many, many, times, I have never been able to see the snake in it.  (I got the photo above from the internet.)

    Spotting the Fer-de-lance, certainly did have an effect on the rest of our hike.  My wife changed her hiking habits, and began staying on bare ground, the best she could, and rather than both of us walking side by side, I took the lead and she followed where I walked.

    After traveling through about 300 meters of jungle, we found ourselves in yet another pasture, but we were able to tell we were on the right trail, because we saw the second lake, whose size was more pond-like.  We quickly cancelled any thought of taking a swim, because, cows and swimming don’t mix well.


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