As the shadows deepened and the rain continued to fall, the topography changed. We began to enter into a region of the river with steep sides. Gradually the sides turned vertical and the river began to snake back and forth in gradual and shallow turns. The river narrowed at one point to about 20 yards across, and the sides rose vertically to an estimated 200 feet.
The light was dimming, the clouds were thickening, and the rain continued to fall. There was nowhere to pull over and get out the cameras, let alone set up a tripod that would be necessary in the falling light. But the canyon was one of the most spectacular sites any of us had ever seen in Belize. If it werent for its inaccessibility, this canyon would be a world class tourist attraction. Maybe it was a good thing that it was protected by its remoteness rather then legislation.
As Ed and I drifted with the current, we noticed a movement on the vertical cliff walls. A small weasel like creature was walking on the cliff as if it had suction cups on its feet. We glided slow toward the creature and noticed a purple blob hanging from its belly. When the creature would move, this blob would bounce back and forth against the cliff walls. To our amazement, the blob turned out to be three hairless young holding on to the creatures tits with their mouths. What an incredible adaptation to survive on vertical walls. At least the creature had nothing to worry about from four legged predators.