Goal: Sleep in my jungle hammock, in a tree, in a jungle.
Check.
This was what I woke up looking at:
And then I looked down 50′:
And then a monkey swung into our tree for a good morning holler:
[We rigged hammocks yesterday afternoon/evening/night after our pyramid ascent. Blake, Vince, and I set up in the legitimately named tree of love, El Árbol del Amor, while Jim climbed back up La Danta to find jaguars and watch wild pigs roam.]
