Occurred: February 2017 I had been walking upstream for about 20 minutes when I saw it. Blocking my path ahead,  smack dab in the middle of the river on a sandbar. Is that a... machete? It lay there, flat, regal, no doubt a propitiation for the Mayans that once inhabited -- nay, still inhabit -- these verdant hills. ...But machetes aren't, like, ivory... Continue Reading →