For once you slept well, waking to the smell of fresh coffee. Ah yes. You amble to the campfire, which Brett pokes with a stick while making breakfast. The crackle of a flaming log accompanies a chorus of chirps and cheeps. Remarkable how many insects flit through the surrounding foliage and dart across the rushing water at the base of the waterfall. You look around for the pterosaurs. Although lush growth obscures their nest, you hope to spot them in the air.
Brett follows your glance. "Our prehistoric neighbors took off while you were getting your beauty rest."
Your friend pours you a cup. Before proceeding to the various possibilities for the day ahead, what's item one on your agenda?