We set out down the beach under a leaden sky stuffed with clouds. It was 8:00 at night, close to my bedtime (I know, I'm on Costa Rica "country" time). At first it was hard to see, with the nearly full moon sliding in and out of clouds; but soon our eyes adjusted to the dimness. A light mist began to dust us, and not a soul stirred nearby.
We were on sea turtle patrol.
Five of us were decked out in dark colors to blend with the night. Sea turtles don't like bright lights – and, ergo, light-colored
