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Ducks at the base of the outfall. |
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Phil in hot pursuit! Okay, not really. What he's after are... |
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...swallows! |
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Here's a close-up he got of one. These guys really manage to hover about, not quite as graceful as hummingbirds, but they don't exactly smash into walls. |
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Here's another shot of the same one in
flight.
These guys makes nests out of mud that they stick high on the walls. |
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After we got past the swooping swallow
and the giant tarantula and the quicksand, we finally found ourselves beneath
the grate.
(Not a bad shot for no tripod, eh?) |
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Another awesome shot done freehand. |
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But then just ahead... dullsville! The tunnel narrowed dramatically. This is always a bad sign. |
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It only went on a short distance, basically
just under the road. I never would have suspected it would have ended
so quickly.
I also never would have suspected it would have been quite so slick right here, but I ended up slipping and landing on my ass. Being soaking wet, freezing, and sore kind of finished off the night if we weren't exhausted from all the biking earlier. |
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