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Denise could only stare out the windscreen and marvel at her new life. After a mere month it remained astonishing. The lush, tropical mountain slopes of Honduras rolled beneath their helo.
Vern hadn’t been particularly interested—other than hard versus softwood, they burn about the same—but she’d learned to identify the types of trees from the air. Swietenia big-leaf mahogany punched up through the jungle canopy, over seventy meters tall with crowns forty meters across. The lower rosewoods contrasted sharply with the Northwest’s dark pines and the bright, cheery green of maples.
Essentially the whole center of Honduras was tree-covered mountains with low-lying coastal plains on the long Caribbean coast to the north and around the tiny Gulf of Fonseca against the Pacific. Much of the
