It's Saturday morning here. I rose early and headed out on the bike to explore the abandoned runway. I had seen the end of it on one of my earlier forays and was gratified to see no signs restricting access. I headed up on to it and rode on the old pavement, skirting tufts of grass and potholes.

At one point I came upon a large mown field that was obviously a shooting range. The targets were out there at a preposterous distance but then I realized that suppository guns regularly shoot at preposterous ranges. Killing humans apparently isn't the same as hunting a deer with only one shot in the chamber.

Farther on I found the actual runway. It is still in decent shape. It dates from WWII so it is not a mile long desert of pavement. Rather is is only as long as it needed to be. The jungle comes right up to the broken edge of the pavement making it a wide lane with green walls. The only sound was the wheels on the pavement and the birds in the greenery.

It occurs to me that when I say "jungle" upi may be getting a different mental picture than what I am actually seeing. Perhaps a better word would be "brush:. This is not a rain forest with towering trees and vines. Rather what I've seen so far is heavy undergrowth with palms sticking up out of it. When you go up the Snake Road you drive through a stand of bamboo. Otherwise I have seen nothing that looks like a set from the old Tarzan TV show.

Ah well, the day is getting on and I want to explore the nothern part of the island. You on the east coast are preparing for bed on Firday night. When you wake there will be more here.