| My dear wife Pam's father
was the principal at the High School in Coco Solo. We were going through
some of his old files and found some aerial photos of the High School
area. Some include the "old" barracks and the "new"
barracks. In the nearly vertical photo, you can see the old base headquarters/barracks,
the tri-winged structure to the upper right of the high school. There
is even a bus parked in the old parking space just below the barracks.
I think I see a person with a white hat standing in the grass by a
palm tree.......or it is a speck of dust on the photo!! This building
was the first place I operated out of in 1967. It had a chow hall
on the second floor of one wing, and it was my favorite room in the
building. Sometime
later(67-68) the base ops. and barracks was moved to the large building
up the street from the high school....it is in the lower right corner
of the photo that is looking over the high school, out towards the
Breakers Club.
The other photo I believe
is oriented out towards Galeta Point where the antenna array and
the "bahia" at the lagoon were located; I can't make out
the antenna. One time we (I believe Mark Simon was with me) took
a base canoe and put in at a drainage ditch by France (sp.) Field
(the landing strip across the road). We paddled for an extremely
long time, had numerous aquatic creatures bump the bottom of the
canoe (adrenaline rushes followed each bump) and ended up in the
ocean near the antenna.....lots of large spider webs across the
ditches. Some of the spiders were hand size. Anytime the brush was
disturbed, we were sure it was a black panther...I believe they
were called jaguarondis, or something like that. I never did another
canoe trip, but there was a time when the CO asked a bunch of "volunteers"
to wade the ditches out near the lagoon, to harvest palm leaves
and sticks to rebuild the "bahia" pavilion at the swimming
area near the lagoon. The volunteers said it was quite tense while
wading through the ditches filled with caiman (the little, or not
so little local crocks). I recall that anytime you got the local
mud on your skin, it would cause quite a rash...I would have red
legs after practice or playing football in the mud.....the guys
that walked the muddy drainage ditches got a heavy dose of mud rash
on their legs, etc. As they say "those were the days".
I hope you can all open
the photos.
Vince Gutowski |