Adivina qué?

The decision to flee came suddenly, like a wild brook trout rising to a silly insect, trapped in the surface film way up in the mountains….actually, no, it was nothing like that. It was more like a boiling army of Jack Crevalle a mile wide, chunks of baitfish, birds, turtles and old ladies splattering everywhere while tornados, thunder and lightning crashed as far as the …

AK>BC>CO>NY

One large never ending swoop of adventure.