The encounter with the caiman had shaken them, but it was hard not to find a little joy in it all—this magical, strange river world. The sound of the water as it lapped against the sides of their boat, and the calls of birds that flew low and skimmed the surface—it began to sound to Rachel almost like a song. She could not help but hum along with the river as they paddled, joining in with nature’s melody as they plunged ever deeper into the forest.
