As a high school graduation gift, her parents sent her and her older sister to Costa Rica and they were staying up in one of the bungalows at Cerro Osa. Apparently, her parents had purchased a lot of land in Costa Rica, but then decided to move to Hawaii. After dinner we drove up two young girls, one of which was born on a yoga platform at the beach down the road. It seemed to apply perfectly to the night and day that followed. The picture below is from another conversation website. The poor Hawksbill has been hunted to extinction mostly for her beautiful carapace-a streaked shell of brown and amber.
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The nest was high enough, to be safe, Manual felt, so there was nothing left to do but record it's location and the date and time. We must have just missed the turtle by minutes. He could tell by the pattern of the track and believed it was quite fresh. He told us, that it was Hawksbill turtle track. Fifteen feet ahead in the black night, he saw a track. About 10 minutes into our walk, Manual had us stop. But, eventually, my eyes adjusted and Manual was correct. Manual would occasionally shine his red light on a piece of drift wood, or a rock before we tripped. The surf roared to the left, helping to orient our position on the beach, but that was it. I was frightened at first-in between the bursts of starlight at my feet and the cloud movements that obscured the starlight above, it was black. We are grateful he shares his visions with us as we fumble through the wilderness.Īs we walked, suspended in this paradise between two heavens, Manual asked us to consider turning off our red lights. Tonight he pointed out a sloth, some tree frogs and an agouti on the way to and from the beach. Growing up in the rainforest, he could see so much that we were oblivious to. Manual, with the eyes of a coati, had no need of a headlamp. Apparently, they cannot perceive the red lights. While hiking through the jungle, we wore our white headlamps, but we were instructed to go to red, as soon as we hit the beach, so that the turtles wouldn't be startled by our presence. Our friend Johnny, who was interning at Lapa Rios, joined us for the evening patrol. Dressed in all black, rubber boots and headlamps that glow both white and red, we headed out with Manual. We had other plans! It was time for another turtle patrol and we hoped to witness some mama turtles making their way up from the shore to build nests. She explained her research well and invited the audience to help her run some experiments that evening, after the talk. After dinner, as it became dark, we were treated to a presentation by a Ph.D candidate on hermit crabs.
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