I went to Carara National Park on Sunday, and even though it was raining, I saw some exotica; this tree looks like a rhino or an elephant of something, doesn't it?
Today I went running on the route I used to train for Kilimanjaro, and I cannot for the life of me climb those last three hills in a run, so I walked up there to the top where I always stop to ooh and ah at the view over the mountains and down to the sea. SOME day, I tell myself.... As I began the slow chug down the hills and home, I heard some little squeaks, looked up and saw about 10 wee little monkeys (monos here) scurrying along the branches and then leaping into midair to grasp onto the leaves of the next tree. They were utterly fascinated by me, and scooted down the limbs to get a better view. They began to follow along, walking the high telephone wires, and I was hoping they'd follow me all the way home and eat breakfast with me, but alas.. They looked like babies, not the usual capuchin, white-faced type, but probably the red backed squirrel monkey that grows only to about 12 inches. They were enchanting! I always miss the thrill of spotting a new critter during my daily forays onto the beach or into the back roads. It will all be here when I return in December. I pray. |
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