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“Cocha Cashu literally changed my life. As a Princeton graduate student with John Terborgh in the mid-1970s I helped cut and map the original trails, set the original mist-net lines for bird studies, and began to document the area's extraordinary bird and mammal diversity. I became a tropical ecologist and a passionate conservation scientist while striving to untangle the many hundreds of parts that make up Cashu's orchestral dawn choruses, and carefully measuring how eighty (80!) species of Tyrant Flycatchers make their living together at one place. I woke up each day mesmerized by the spiritual chants of Red Howler Monkeys, and closed my weary eyes most nights to the mournful whistles of tinamous and potoos. Cocha Cashu and the Manu National Park provide scientists the singular chance to study pristine American tropics squarely at the epicenter of the greatest diversity of biological life on planet Earth. Nobody who is lucky enough to work, or even visit, this amazing place will ever walk away untouched by its towering riches, nor unmoved by its timeless call to the deepest places in our human soul.”

John W. Fitzpatrick

“Cocha Cashu is one of the most extraordinary wild places I’ve ever been, but the research station is also a place of adventure, camaraderie and community… I was on the cat project in 1984. Eye shine was everywhere at night on my cat-tracking shift. On the trail, a tiny shining necklace in the middle of the trail was a spider, unblinking red eyes coiling down a stem was a snake, unblinking eyes close to the ground belonged to an amphibian, probably a Bufo, and blinking eyes waist-high or lower revealed a mammal, maybe a deer or a cat. As I paddled out on the lake, silver eyes on the shore meant a jaguar, red eyes gliding just above the water were caiman.

One day we snared an angry, snarling jaguar. As we darted it, I remember feeling the fear and adrenaline as if I were prey. But holding the jaguar’s head on my lap as we measured and collared it, protecting its eyes because ketamine blocks the blink reflex, I felt more honored than any person alive…. We shared a family-style dinner every night. It was a special time of community, when stories were told of the day’s research. The questions raised, the knowledge shared, were amazing conversations. There are many memories as clear today as if 26 years hadn’t intervened, stories I tell my young son and his friends, who -- wide-eyed -- can’t get enough of Cocha Cashu lore.”

Jeanne Panek