The Beauty of Being Lost

While trying to find our way home one late afternoon, anxious to be getting home earlier than usual, we got lost.  We knew we were driving in the right direction but kept going to a higher & higher altitude soon to be between two mountains and it is starting to get dusk.  Asking for directions and being told, "Yes this is Valencia!"was not creating a happiness within me.  Finally, we were stopped at a checkpoint (one of the few places you will see policemen) and he waved us back the way we had come with a "Not far!  Not far!" waving his hands to go toward the right.  I just want to share a few pics of what we encountered on our way to being lost.  
We see these caribou tied all along the roads but this is the first we saw with a baby.  They seem to be extremely healthy grazing on the lush grasses.                                                                          

 We had just seen a group of school kids crossing this bridge and tried to get their picture but they were too quick.  This river is flowing pretty quickly - I thought it was quite scary going out on it & certainly didn't go all the way across.

 We didn't quite know we were lost when we stopped to take this picture.  It was just such a beautiful river that we couldn't resist taking a few moments to enjoy it's tranquility.

After we passed the mountainous cliff above we saw signs that said watch out for the steam.   A woman in this family of 5 on a motorcycle lost her shoe just as we were entering the steam.  We stopped for her shoe & I snapped a pic of them and the steam.  This is naturally occurring and produces the electricity for the island of Negros as well as for most of Cebu.  A fascinating phenomena.

A large dump that doubles as a school bus - they were so excited that we took their picture.

 Couldn't resist including including the mud bathing caribou mom with her baby.  It was funny watching her plop down to roll in the mud.