Hear me roar! Story of a Jungle Woman

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Today my post is about my girlfriend Erin.  I just wanted to create a short photo essay focusing on her time in Ecuador while we managed Las Tangaras together:

It was hard to take good pictures of people in the cloud forest at night. We both ended up looking squinty in the glare of the flash.
It was hard to take good pictures of people in the cloud forest at night. We both ended up looking squinty in the glare of the flash.
You look better facing away from the camera as if looking into the dark, mysterious jungle as a jaguar sneaks closer...
You look better facing away from the camera as if looking into the dark, mysterious jungle as a jaguar sneaks closer…
At first Erin was a little nervous about this bridge. Quite possibly with good reason. We read in the manager's log how one of the cables came out with guests on the bridge once (no one was hurt) and one of my major projects ended up being replacing a lot of bad planks on the bridge. Still it added an enormous amount of rugged, jungle mystique.
At first Erin was a little nervous about this bridge. Quite possibly with good reason. We read in the manager’s log how one of the cables came out with guests on the bridge once (no one was hurt) and one of my major projects ended up being replacing a lot of bad planks on the bridge. Still it added an enormous amount of rugged, jungle mystique.
Holly was our neighbor's dog. One day she just showed up at the lodge in the pouring rain. She visited us a few times while we were managers at Las Tangaras and became one of Erin's best jungle friends.
Holly was our neighbor’s dog. One day she just showed up at the lodge in the pouring rain. She visited us a few times while we were managers at Las Tangaras and became one of Erin’s best jungle friends.
Erin taking a water break on a hike.
Erin taking a water break on a hike.
Erin looking hard at me after I took her photo while she was drinking from a water bottle
Erin looking hard at me after I took her photo while she was drinking from a water bottle
This is how we learned that Holly, (an old pro at being a jungle dog) indeed walked across a scary, moving bridge instead of swimming the river. She just followed us home one day, going right across the bridge with Erin.
This is how we learned that Holly, (an old pro at being a jungle dog) indeed walked across a scary, moving bridge instead of swimming the river. She just followed us home one day, going right across the bridge with Erin.
While moving mattress' around (we used them when guests stayed at the lodge) to wax the floor, I made a mattress fort...
While moving mattress’ around (we used them when guests stayed at the lodge) to wax the floor, I made a mattress fort…
Erin hard at work on a report for our boss.
Erin hard at work on hummingbird research.
Erin getting an attitude about something; probably me taking all of these damn pictures!
Erin getting an attitude about something; probably me taking all of these damn pictures!
Erin on a boulder next to "Spaz" Holly's brother, whose real name we never knew. Spaz was pretty apt though. He visited us with Holly a couple times.
Erin on a boulder next to “Spaz” Holly’s brother, whose real name we never knew. Spaz was pretty apt though. He visited us with Holly a couple times.
Erin climbing through boulders next to the river, one of our last days at Las Tangaras.
Erin climbing through boulders next to the river, one of our last days at Las Tangaras.
Erin next to the river on one of our last days at Las Tangaras.
Erin next to the river on one of our last days at Las Tangaras.
Erin in front of one of my favorite restaurants in Mindo, The Babylon (or something similar) near the end of our time in Ecuador
Erin in front of one of my favorite restaurants in Mindo, The Babylon (or something similar) near the end of our time in Ecuador
Erin in Papallacta, Ecuador, a mountain town with hot springs where we stayed for a day at the end of our trip.
Erin in Papallacta, Ecuador, a mountain town with hot springs where we stayed for a day at the end of our trip.
Erin's hometown, Poughkeepsie just after arrival from Ecuador
Erin’s hometown, Poughkeepsie just after arrival from Ecuador
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