1983 21 January coffee settle. We all bathed w/ the hose, dried off in the late (continued) afternoon sun, and even used some tala & Eladio has. [He seems to have everything and always looks fresh!] Then we have some cheese, coffee, hot chocolate, and chat about the view over the Rio Sardinalisto [on maps; Hartshorn learned that local people call it the Rio Cabalonga]. At 1715h, Isidro is cleaning his bueno and the others are cooking. Light is fading. A few big trees just beyond the cocina are in sharp focus, almost silhouettes. A fine misty fog has descended on the gorge and the far canyon walls, making trees on the far ridge seem like apparitions. We eat soup and chicken noodles, hot and tasty. A tinamou calls in the distance. At 1725h I go for a drink and see an adult male Andis lineatus on a corner fencepost and by using one hand as delicately catch it w/ the other. At 1800h there is a curtain of pink fog, such that we can see only the horizon of trees on the far ridge, in sharp focus now, and those just past the cocinera. Lots more bugs now, and we hear some sort of capimulgecko and what sounds like a quail. If she were here it would be perfect, and alas is it isn't far from that! At 1806h fog shrouds the nearby trees and the far ridge has 'disappeared.' Night is falling, and it's been a fine day: Isidro seems to be OK [right eye was cloudy for a few hours, but has cleared up].