After a few days at False Bluff working with the contractor, outlining what color of paint goes where, unloading and distributing the contents of barrels shipped from Virginia, pinpointing just where the greywater systems would go, walking the beach, planning future landscaping...we wake up and it's time to go back to Bluefields. For ice cream, if nothing else.
The boat is loaded with people and food just harvested to deliver to family and friends - papaya, coconut, casava. And not too far down the canal, just past the tree where the spider monkeys hang out (literally), a big tree had fallen across the water blocking our departure.
I'm not sure how this would have played out in the USA but here problems are solved on site. The chainsaw was in Bluefields, stored as much as is possible in the tropics away from moisture and salt in the air. But we have pretty good phone service so my head guy, Jefe, called the staff house and asked for another set of hands, a couple of machetes, and an axe.
The branches were removed with a machete while the tree itself was cut into three pieces and removed from the canal with a rope in about a half hour while we waited in the boat.