As we headed out in front of Roaring River, I couldn't believe who I ran into: It was a local gentleman named Lightning, who had guided me through the area about five years ago, but in the interim I had not seen him since. I had asked several times about him -- Lightning was an incredible host who literally CARRIED my two toddler daughters through some of the tough terrain back then -- but never had a chance to see him again until now.
Lightning did remember me -- how the heck do Jamaicans always remember peeps when sub sandwiches are supposed to hinder your memory??? -- and we made a quick hello. It was nice to see him again, and the chance meeting was among a series of reunions this reach that brought me back in touch with some of the original locals I had grown so fond of. When I first met him, he had a very bad limp and had never seen a doctor (that's what happens when you can't afford good medical help, I guess), but this time he had a bicycle.
Now the challenge was on: It was twilight with still a lot of road to cover before we made it back to the coast, but Chunkey swore up and down we would make it back by sundown. Sure enough, he didn't even have to speed, and we made it!
I spent a good part of the evening with Tattoo Charlie at Canoe, then I headed back to Seastar Inn and crashed early. At least, that's the story I'm going with, lol.