After about six hours on the trail wearing rubber boots and carrying heavy packs everyone on the team was hurting pretty bad.   Most of us had serious blisters to go with our aching backs (not to mention that we all were quite muddy, sweaty and thirsty).  So when we finally came to a crystal clear mountain stream it was like arriving in heaven.  We plunged in and just sat in the refreshingly cool water for about a half an hour.  What relief!  After mending our wounds and boiling up some water to replenish our depleted water supply we were off again.  

How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!

Coconut milk!  Sugar cane juice!  Mazato!  We were thirsty and those were the drinks available at the lone hut we came to along the trail.  I was able to give away some tracts and read some verses as we took a much needed rest.  The woman worked on her spit juice and the man of the house proudly showed us their majaz (huge wild rat/rabbit thing) and a charapa turtle that they were raising for Christmas dinner....  Maybe we'll have to come back in December :)

The spitting process begins!

"The more obstacles you have, the more opportunities there are for God to do something."
           - Clarence W. Jones