At the time I have to admit I was not thinking much about the name other travelers had given to the beach camp we were heading to about two hours drive away. I had just finished paddling the Pacuare river that morning and we decided to make a late afternoon dash over to the Caribbean beaches of Costa Rica. Way South about 20 miles from the Panama border where the coastal road turns to dirt and then ends is where we landed.
As soon as we arrived the natural surroundings gave us the feeling of being a stranded castaway on a Caribbean island. Good thing we rolled in with all the modern conveniences of our truck and camper. We popped the top and cracked a few cold beers from the fridge, eat your heart out Crusoe.