Midway through our Costa Rican Death March we stopped to rest and eat something. Three of our group continued across the river to explore more of the park. Richard and I opted to stay put for a while. While we rested, I saw a yellow headed caracara fly by and got up to see where it landed. As I walked past the trail, barely visible from the edge of the river, two people with a guide, were staring up into a tree. Thinking the caracara had landed there, I walked over, only to be treated to another first, an anteater perched high up in a tree. This anteater, known as a lesser anteater or a northern Tamandua was relaxed and seemed not at all concerned by my presence near him.