It was January of 1999, and we (my wife and I) had booked passage on a riverboat (not unlike an old Mississippi stern wheeler) eco-tour along the Peruvian Amazon. We were on a remote section of the Ucaialli (a tributary of The Amazon). The nearest settlement (not sure if it was even large enough to qualify for that title) was several miles downstream from where we were when we spotted what appeared to be a small trail (not unlike a deer trail) leading from waters edge back into the surrounding rainforest. We tied up to the river's bank, went ashore, and proceeded to explore. At several yards in, the trail (if I remember correctly) curved to the right. We couldn't see around the curve but speculation of what we might find was rife. Fresh Jaguar tracks, a vine entangled man-made structure built ages ago by some ancient, now lost, mysterious civilization. Some creature, not yet known to science. Etc. With baited breath we rounded the curve. And there it was. Standing there in all its glory and magnificent isolation.