Not much farther along, we stopped for photos of Lake Arenal, where coincidentally a couple souvenir stands had chosen to set up (perhaps not that hard to figure out--there are not many safe, wide-enough places for any stops on this road).

Mostly, at this place, wood carvings.

And I went back and forth, trying to decide if I liked the carved wooden crocodiles (caymans?).  We are planning to go dangle bits of meat to the crocs on the 31st, somewhere nearer the Pacific, but Erick said he'd never seen quite these kind of carvings.

So I bought a smaller one, and asked the happy vendors to pose for me.


Sigh.  Something else I probably need to carry on the plane, instead of packing.
bob