The comaraderie of the entire crew on the expedition has been surprisingly good. Sixteen people joined together on the Junebugs. It is not as crowded as one would think. And the professionalism of the film crew, combined with their now full understanding of what navigation of the greatest river requires, has made this journey much more enjoyable and successful so far. They pitch in and row with gusto, cook and clean, set tents, gather firewood and enjoy a good laugh and an end of the day cold beer.
At sixteen feet by 30 feet, the Junebug raft provides space for all to find a place to do work, row or just sit and contemplate the majesty of this beautiful river. Most of the gear gets packed in the “hold”, that is, inside the Junebugs canoes upon which the deck is securely bolted. Junebug 1 (the Cypress strip canoe) and Junebug 2 (the Redwood strip canoe) are water tight with a layer of marine plywood glued and screwed to temporary gunnels. To make them storage, we enter through a double hatch set just aft of the center line. The top hatch is in effect a part of the deck as it is flush. The second hatch is just below and is made water tight.





On deck, square in the middle of the raft is a combination of kitchen and storage with a large cooler, a kitchen box and assorted bags and boxes of film gear neatly organized. A one meter cleared walkway is achieved on each side of the raft. Occasionally it acts as a nap area. Each of the rowing stations also double as water tight storage boxes. The front two hold Monsta Movies gear and Mighty Quapaws dirty laundry, (John and I just throw their stuff in the box as we find it strewn about on the deck or on land- a housekeeping trick we probably learned from our own mothers.) The middle two boxes hold the non-perishable foods- mostly chips, organic cereal and cookies which the MQ’s consume at an impressive, or rather worrisome rate. The back two are John and mine, where our tools of the trade are stored- maps, emergency gadgets, radios, the laptop I use, and other assorted personal equipment. Huck and Jim would be most jealous of our river craft. Most folks who witness it are impressed and quite willing to say so.
A month or so before the expedition, John received an email from Monsta Movies which had an unusual and comedic request. For sure, it contained a sincere idea for the movie, but in email format, it was obviously a silliness derived from a language barrier. “Can you find us some friendly alligators to play with?” We had a good laugh. “alligators to play with?”
Late Sunday afternoon, we set out from our camp at the entrance to a channel leading to Yucatan Lake. We embarked in the two Bell Northshore four seater canoes leaving our beloved Junebugs behind. John took the stern in one with the three in the cast- Patricia and Volker (“Mister and Missus Sippi””, and the talented artist, Mattias. I took the other with the film crew- Sabinne, the lady through whose keen eye the movie will be seen, and Mark, the man who captures all of the sounds, from dialogue to wind and thunder and flowing waters, and Heiko, the quiet and diligent assistant. Meanwhile the MQs, as well as Monsta Movies crew mates, Lutz and Marcus, remained behind at the camp to set it up, cook dinner and batten down the hatches if the forecasted storm was to hit.

The first half hour of our paddle was quiet, beautiful, but relatively uneventful. We enjoyed a great many sightings of fine birds, egret and green herons sitting on logs or tree branches along the bank. It seemed that alligators were either too shy to appear or deeper into the swamp which lay further upstream. John and I decided to change our luck, stir the waters a little bit, act as bait maybe. We jumped out of the canoes for a swim as the Monsta folks gasped at our bravado. We swam, dove and cavorted around for a few minutes then re-entered the canoes, cooled and refreshed and with a gleam in our eye. Swimming in alligator country is a special thrill.



Remarkably, our team of eight remained patient and silent for another ten minutes of paddling until all of a sudden, Mark the audio man pointed excitedly about 10 meters upstream. There it was, a small alligator swimming perpendicular to the channel, only his eyes protruding above the murky green waters. We approached quietly, film rolling, cameras snapping and looks of awe on each of the Germans faces. Soon thereafter another gator slipped into the channel and began a slow meander in front of us. John and I took turns in the lead for the camera and cast to get different looks. To find even better habitat and hopefully more and bigger gators, we cut back off the channel and into the swamp. We wove our way between the flooded trees and logs of the swamp, wary of hanging snakes and vigilant for our “prey”. We struck gold. A large gator appeared sunning himself on a log. For almost three hours, we were able to witness the magic of the swamp and its kings as the gators actually did come out to “play.”











