Road to nowhere

Actually Rob that doesn't work either because without maintenance the weeds grow so high it blocks the view. There used to be a nice vista though to La Ropa on the way up the road but it is overgrown to the point where you can't see past the weeds. I agree a park would be nice but you would have to drive there, eliminating a lot of the local population. The only practical way is to develop the area so that it will be maintained. Perhaps those nice politicians (you don't have to use the word "crooked" by now we all realize that word is synonymous no matter what country you live in) could arrange for a park as part of the development which would bring much needed work to the construction trades.

I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree. My favorite views of the bay are from each undeveloped hilltop after walking a path up to it, weeds and all, often after walking from one side of the bay where I lived to the other, sometimes more than once a day. Nature is irreplaceable, and I have yet to see any good development where concrete was involved. Current La Ropa condo dwellers down there among the huerta de cocos have no idea the land they live on was once wetland, much of it inhabited by crocs. Personally I prefer the crocs for neighbors than the condo commandos. But to each their own.

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"Florida can never really come to grips with saving the environment because a very large percentage of the population at any given time just got there. So why should they fight to turn the clock back? It looks great to them the way it is. Two years later, as they are beginning to feel uneasy, a few thousand more people are just discovering it all for the first time and wouldn't change a thing. And meanwhile the people who knew what it was like twenty years ago are an ever-dwindling minority, a voice too faint to be heard."
"The Empty Copper Sea" (1978) John D. MacDonald

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"I get the feeling that this is the last time in history when the offbeats like me will have a chance to live free in the nooks and crannies of the huge and rigid structure of an increasingly codified society. Fifty years from now I would be hunted down in the street. They would drill little holes in my skull and make me sensible and reliable and adjusted."
Travis McGee from "The Quick Red Fox" (1964) John D. MacDonald