While your friend's solicitude was touching, you preferred to deal with it on your own. You said, "No thanks. You've taught me basic first aid, and I could use the practice."
With your eyes peeled for whatever might come your way, you and Brett headed off, driving through progressively drier terrain filled with gigantic trees, spiky-leafed undergrowth, and a few detours, generally following a river downstream in search of…well, in search of marvels. The occasional cries of pterosaurs came from somewhere high above the interlaced canopy. They were the sole indication of large creatures, as the forest floor showed a dearth of paw prints or other evidence.
Pit Stop