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fatigue. My shoulders ached, already replaying the oghts
in muscle memory. We looked a sight: two sunburned,
grinning, depleted anglers with a pile of gear to clean
and osh to ollet.
And then, at the moment we onally let ourselves exhale,
we looked up. |e sun was dropping behind the dense
green silhouette of the shoreline. |e Golfo Dulce
glowed golden, and the rainforest that had been so loud
in the morning was quiet now, as if watching us. |e
line between the ocean and the jungle blurred in the
dusk light.
It hit us why this was the perfect way to start a twelveday expedition: day one didn’t ease us in gently — it
committed us, body and mind, from the start. It said,
