The Bountiful Bones of Ascension Bay
Ascension Bay had a mad on that morning and big slabs of Mexican sea water came aboard whenever the 22 -foot skiff hit the crest of a phosphorescent wave, showering us with the warm, sticky excesses of the Caribbean Sea. We passed through a slot in the Marias then powered on toward a green mangrove creek. The further up we went the tighter it got, until the hole in the foliage was only just wide enough to squeeze the boat through. Francisco was still running about as close to wide open as his nerves would allow and I got to thinking about all the biblical references and how I could use a little salvation about now. But we bust through into Laguna Santa Rosa without meeting another bonefish guide coming the other way. I guess it helps to have a kid called Jesus in the boat. The sturdy Mayan cut the revs, the solid white boat came off plane and we were there. Mud, mangroves and a million miles from the craziness of the Cancun to Tulum strip of all-inclusives, five-stars and timeshares.
