1983 22 January (continued) Finally, at 1400 hr, 570m el., reached a ridge at edge of forest where westward and northwest there is a vast stretch of forest & deep canyons. Eladio scans w/ binoculars and decides we are S. of where the Rio Peje joins two other streams. After much talk we decide that going down into the Peje gorge is a bad idea (we've seen it farther north from above) and start back over the same steep, muddy pasture slopes. ¡Mue puta! Suddenly Eladio yells "Harpia" and we run to him - says he saw a huge dark bird just overhead that must be a Harpy Eagle! Looking up I see the bird drop into a tall tree ahead, and we plunge down the gorge and up slope to the tree. Spend a few minutes scanning the tops of several tall trees and then see it - a bald head, sad looking rulture. Continue on and get a Bufo haematitis at the base of a big tree above the creek as we return to the little house. Eladio wants to go in and make coffee, but now the dog is snarling w/ teeth bared, from under the porch. To enter would mean subduing the dog, which we don't do. We talk a little then go fast to top of next ridge. Stop for can of tuna, granola, water at 1500 hr and decide to go N and look for a route to the Rio Guasimiro or at least a camp site before dark. This is a problem, and Eladio sets a very fast pace