The Howling

Awoken at 5am by my sister, I rushed out to the terrace in the dim pre-dawn light. The howling rolled from the mountains to our right, down to the ridge above the Pacific Ocean to our left. It was like a calling back and forth and from the middle, as the howler monkeys greeted the day. Later, they would be quiet and let the cicadas provide most of the audio background to our stay in this far southwest corner of Costa Rica, near Ojochal and the Osa peninsula.

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