Our guide is able to spot the smallest creatures at great distances. He sets up his spotting scope for the group to get a better look while I try and capture the same view on my camera. This remarkable grasshopper is no bigger than the end of your thumb.
Despite its small size, Quepos is alive with activity both day and night. While Manuel Antonio does not really have a center and caters almost exclusively to tourists, Quepos is more typically Costa Rican with a primarily local population and business orientation. This is where we did most of our grocery and gift shopping.
Everyone was thrilled (not) when I suggested a family portrait. Tough to get a great image with just one try but I am still happy that we got this shot.
We arrive in Manuel Antonio where we will spend five nights in a rented cando. Our SUV fares well on the treacherous roads where it is not uncommon to encounter a portion of the highway collapsed into a ravine or to cross a 100 year old steel bridge with enough holes in it to clearly see the river below. Seriously, driving in Costa Rica is not for the timid.
Today we travel from the mountains to the Pacific coast. The drive consumes the better part of the day as we traverse the serpentine roads through rain and dense fog. Our efforts are rewarded when we reach the ocean where it is sunny, warm, and teaming with wildlife. We discovered several pairs of Scarlet Macaws just south of Jaco.
While the boys were rapelling, Jeanine and Maya were horseback riding. Apparently this was much more enjoyable for daughter than mother who reported that her horse was naughty.
After completing our climb out of the canyon we were treated to a glimpse of this exotic bird and on the drive back we encountered our first monkeys. This Howler was part of a troop eating thier way through the canopy.
The boys always look a little taller to me when we take on a big challenge. I am thankful more than I can say that I am still able to keep up with them on these adventures. As proud as I am of their abilities, I am even more pleased when I see them working together in harmony. This is the best Christmas present I have ever enjoyed.
Kyle uses his right hand to control rate of descent perfectly while his left hand keeps him positioned correctly in the harness. A guide belays us from the bottom. If we lose control they can pull on the rope effectively braking our descent. The actual rappelling is very fun. It is the leaning backwards off a platform 210 feet over a gorge to get started that takes real courage. I think it is safe to say that all three of us got in touch with our inner monkey which for better or worse was not a big leap.
Two different kinds of rappelling were necessary. Nico, pictured here, is doing a straight descent of just over 100 feet. Click on the photo for a better view. Our next straight descent was a thrilling 210 foot drop. The other style involves walking down the cascading water backwards leaning way out under the support of the rappelling line.
Canyoneering involves rappelling, scrambling, swimming and hiking down a steep canyon. After we gear up we pause for a photo with our two guides. In addition to the harnesses, we will wear thick gloves to protect our hands.
When this butterfly spreads its wings, you would swear you are looking into the eyes of a large predator. Amazing what this delicate creature has developed for a defense mechanism.
On their visit, Jeanine captures a great image of a three-toed sloth. Animals in the reserve stay because of the food supply as opposed to any physical barriers.
After breakfast, we headed to the town of La Fortuna so renamed after the last major eruption of Arenal destroyed all but this community. In the afternoon, the boys will take up canyon rappelling while the girls ride horseback to the La Fortuna waterfalls. Maya, Kyle and Jeanine spend the morning at an ecological reserve while Nico and I make the 90 minute roundtrip to our cabins for the gear we will need for our canyoneering. On the way we stop for this little fellow.
When I was a child, I would wake up during the early morning hours of Christmas Day to see if Santa Claus had come. Last night and early this morning, I woke up every hour to check the volcano for lava flows. At 4AM, I was rewarded for my efforts when the clouds lifted for a 30 minute window during which we had great views of the lava streaming down every five minutes or so. I woke Jeanine and the children for what will be a long remembered Christmas morning gift, one enjoyed by few people who visit Arenal. Using my travel camera it was nearly impossible to photograph the eruptions but I did get exactly one photo from the dozens I shot which captured a sliver of the action. Trust me when I say it does not begin to capture the views we enjoyed.
Our guide was a very knowledgeable naturalist with a good sense of humor. He had personally captured many of the creatures we were viewing. The boxes on the table contain tarantulas and he was more than happy to remove the lids so I could get in close for photos. Behind Jeanine is a shadow box full of beatles, some of which are almost as big as the dogs in this country. This may be a slight exageration, but you sure as hell would not want to find one of these things in your shoe.