Aug 23, 2015- Yucatan, Mexico
The ground was unlike any I had ever walked upon.
These waters were rare, and one of the only places on earth that these birds habitat. Tens of thousands of wild flamingos.
We came upon them by accident just out having a look down Calle 27 outside of Progresso.
Laguna Rosada... Rose colored waters, speckled with pink as far as you could see.. It was breathtaking. The road Dzemul - Xtampu cut right though it.
Cameras in hand we set foot closer to the flamingos. Being carful not to startle the lanky birds. Dean leading the way. It felt as if we were walking on a giant sponge. The earth dried by the hot Yucatan sun was deeply cracked and soft. Dean stopped for a moment, as men do… and I went on ahead. Feeling the ground become softer..I thought, if I were quick- I could get through this bit and be on the harder sponge again. A few more steps…my left foot stuck- I pulled up only to be pulled down more, fighting back with my right foot, that one too was pulled in! Every time I tried to pull myself out I could feel my feet getting sucked down deeper. I pulled harder, holding my camera above my head, and just as hard as I pulled up I was sucked down even deeper. Now to my knees and in seconds up to my thighs! I remembered reading a book called “ The Worst Case Scenario Survival Handbook” about quick sand. It was just as they described- so I stopped fighting it and knew I might have to lay out flat in order to get free. I yelled out to Dean! “ take my camera” He started toward me “hurry,” I said with a bit of a fright in my voice.