by Ray Jason
After all, my stalwart little ship could carry me away to any of the exotic lands that have whispered to wanderers down the centuries. We could drop anchor amidst the palm-fringed isles of the South Pacific. We could explore the mist- shrouded coast of Japan. Or we could visit Easter Island - with its gigantic stone heads that endlessly stare at the Wide Waters.
And yet I remain entranced by this little dollop of islands in the Undiscovered Caribbean. Recently, I finally realized why I am so enchanted by this place. It is because this is a Land beyond Time.
This revelation arrived in a sweet and poignant manner. I was starting to raise my anchor when I noticed a commotion on the nearby shore. A small group of men were dragging a log from the jungle down to the tiny beach. The Indio children were laughing and leaping in spasms of delight. That’s because they knew that their dad would soon transform this tree trunk into a … cayuco.