Our Road Less Traveled


“Look for chances to take the less-traveled roads. There are no wrong turns.”
― Susan Magsamen

We have always tramped the road less traveled. It keeps us young and energetic. When we moved to Ometepe Island permanently in 2010, we built our house during the worst flood of the century. The lake rose into our property beyond our coconut trees. 👇

As a result, the road in front of our house was destroyed and never repaired. We dealt with the inconvenience by shoveling, ditching, and filling in holes and ruts with rocks and coconuts. All by hand! Our road less traveled became a hindrance and impossible to maintain without heavy road equipment.

Last week, we had an amazing surprise. Cappy ran to our gate and barked at the tanker truck, the road grader, the dump truck, and the bucket truck roaring back and forth in front of our house. What in the world was happening? And who was paying for this?

I walked to our neighbors, the Puesta del Sol Association, to see if they knew what this was all about. They told me that they have applied for grants for years to fix the road. Finally, an NGO accepted their proposal and brought all the heavy road equipment to repair and enlarge the roads around our community in La Paloma.

I am still in shock. I can’t imagine how much this grant is, but it has to be huge! Our little town of Moyogalpa and the Nicaraguan government would never have the money or resources to do this job. My friends watched them load the big machines on the ferries last week. I wish I could have seen that!

Our road from the Puesta Del Sol community center is now as smooth as a baby’s bottom…and they have only begun.

Before the road repairs looking toward our house.
After the beginning of the road construction, looking from our house toward Puesta Del Sol community center. No more coconuts!

What a dream come true! Roaring, beeping, and a kid’s big machine fantasy is happening right at our front gates daily.

The dump truck deposited a full load of boulders on the sandy path. But, when it was empty, the sand was so deep from the flood that the dump truck got stuck in the deep sand.

Ron and I laughed because this has become almost a daily occurrence. People who don’t realize the road ends at our house always get stuck. We recalled the time a school bus full of orphans got stuck on our beach, A Lesson in Persistence .

If a school bus full of orphans can persist, surely the dump truck will have no problem. The road grader to the rescue! One pull and the dump truck was free. Until the next time, when the dump truck got stuck again, and the grader was behind it, so this time the road grader gave one strong push and voila…free again.

We’re getting too old to shovel, machete, dig, ditch, and repair our beach by hand and the rain wrecks havoc on our beach every rainy season. We’ve dreamed of the day a bulldozer would pass by our house and we could pay them to doze our eroded beach after the heavy rains.

Well…that day was today! All we had to do was ask them if they could dump a load of boulders in front of our gate and use the bucket truck to push the boulders into the deep watery crevice that occurs every rainy season.

Look at the parking lot of big machines available! This must be heaven!

The bucket truck lifted and pushed the boulders into the watery lagoon with ease!

Every time the bucket truck would pass by the gate with its big mouth agape, Cappy would bark then cower in fear of such a large metal animal.

Back and forth…the job was done quickly and efficiently. It would have taken us months to shovel sand into the lagoon and fill in the crevice. This week, they plan on pushing all the sand from our deep path to the beach to prepare the road surface for a hard-packed clay, like marzipan on a beautifully sculpted cake.

Sunday morning, the roller truck arrived. I was in the house and felt vibrations, almost like an earthquake. It packed the dirt to prepare the road like the compression stockings I wear on long flights.

To and fro, the roller passed by our house again and again.

Poor Queenie, cowered under our bed. I know she thought we were having an earthquake!

I am not sure how much longer the road crew will be here. They still have a lot more to do!
While watching the big machines pass by our house, I wondered what I could do to show my appreciation to the road crew and the amazing people of the Puesta Del Sol Association who received the grant to make our road more traveled.

Banana bread to the rescue. We have at least five stalks of bananas growing and one stalk ripening under a plastic bag hanging on our porch. I am going to go into the banana bread  mode of baking soon. It is the least I can do to show how very grateful I am for their hard work to make this possible.

I will keep you updated on the progress of our road less traveled…soon to be a beautiful ditched and smooth well-traveled road connecting the lovely people of La Paloma.

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13 thoughts on “Our Road Less Traveled

  1. this is such a heart-warming post! yes, it’s great when those machines come thundering through an area and also have time to help the neighbors with goliath tasks! i laughed when i saw the image of the cat – great perspective, and you captured the personality of the feline! rapt with interest yet cautious as well!

  2. One of the biggest things about going down the road less traveled is the enormous appreciation you feel for things that others often take for granted. It’s hard not to feel grateful each and every day for electricity, water (hot, cold and potable), reliable internet, garbage pickup service, police, fire and ambulance, and yes, good roads, until you go without. I’ll bet your gratitude list is L-O-N-G, Debbie! Anita

    • Well, Anita…sad to report that Nate destroyed our new road. 😢 We are back to filling in the ruts and holes with coconuts. Geez. It is never ending.
      Don’t get me wrong, I am still grateful, but oh, I loved our new road. Now, the lake has risen to the road and is washing it out from the lakeside, too.

    • Oh the door to door salesmen and women have been tramping through our sandy path for years. One salesman carried a load of mattresses on his back! I felt sorry for him and bought one to lighten his load. Lol But, now we will have the truck salespeople. I am not sure I will enjoy that.

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