This parakeet photo notified us that the digital camera should be zoomed in all the way before trying the telescope-eyepiece thing.
Costa Rican guides couldn't get enough of telling us about the Strangling Ficcus tree, which drops aerial roots that surround its host tree but actually don't kill it-- the name is inaccurate.
When the host tree dies and decomposes, no problem! The strangling ficcus survives as a completely hollow tree. This photo points upwards from the base of where the host tree used to be-- everything you see is the strangling ficcus that used to drape over the host tree.
A grey fox, hanging out next to the hummingbird garden at the Monteverde Reserve. Don't believe him when he says he is just admiring the scenery. He is looking for a snack no doubt.
The jokers running our zip line tour went out of their way to make us look like total dorks.
I am not afraid of heights. I am NOT afraid of heights...
Woo!
Woo hoo!
Oh hey, boyfriend of mine, how about wiping that layer of mud off your face before I take your photo? Nah! Never mind.
They call this "rappelling." More like plunging toward certain death before suddenly running out of slack at the last moment, bungee-style.
AAAAAUGH!!!!
Heh! I'm not nervous! Not me! Nope!
%^&#%^@$#%!@#$!@#$%$%^&!!!!_)(*&^%$#!!!
Cathy Culleton, Jedi.
There was a lot of smiling through clenched teeth during the zip line tour.
Gotta admit. This was pretty damn fun.
This is why we had to do chin-ups in P.E.
Woo!
How come zip line operator Moisu, in the background, got the tres chic white helmet while the rest of us got safety orange?
The "Tarzan Swing." Again with the plunge-toward-certain-death thing.