El Tebo

It’s a short walk down a sandy road to find the entrance to Playa El Tebo. You have to look closely.

I was a little surprised to see that so much of the Chilean coast is inaccessible – by you and me, anyway. It’s been divided up, sold and fenced off. If it weren’t for a little paths required by the government, you may not even get to see the ocean in some areas. ¬†For some reason, I imagined the long coast as being wild and open. Hopefully, it will get wilder as we move farther south.

The little entrance at El Tebo leads you down a narrow kilometer-long fenced-in corridor to the beach. It’s nice once you’re down there.

Bode was playing in the water with an overly-eager local dog when he was knocked down. He was soaked down to his Stormtrooper underwear with the cold Pacific water. Thus began the long march back up the path wearing nothing but my hoodie to go find some warm dry clothes.

One thought on “El Tebo

  • September 26, 2011 at 2:26 PM

    I love the dog photo and then the subsequent sweatshirt picture. Great imagery for the story!

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