You can add age to a boy, but no matter how grown up he gets, there will always remain a shadow of youthfulness. Jake is no longer a little boy, but the urge to climb trees still lives on.
Need proof?
He was always like a little monkey. Can't even begin to count the number of pictures I have clicked with him in a tree, among the leaves, dangling without a thought of the consequences of falling.
I guess that's just the way God programmed him.
Not long afterwards, we found some other creatures that climb and swing. These were a bit more hairy. They were "resting" at the mountain roadside rest stop.
Not just one or two, but a whole troop!
I have seen monkeys before, but never this many at once.
While I am not positive, I think this hefty fellow was the alpha male. He kept pacing back and forth, carefully watching the humans. At any movement or sound, he would stop and investigate the source and asses the possible danger.
As we were only ten feet from him and his family, I kept a close eye on him. At one point he started sauntering towards me. I decided it was time to move to a different observational point!
That's when the mom came out of the trees with her baby.
I started to take a video, but my camera ran out of memory. All I got was a second long recording of this macaque family.
I feel so very blessed to have been at the right place at the right time!
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