Was the cleanup a nightmare after they got the raccoons out? Bet it smelled awful.

Used to believe getting lost was no big deal, just part of the job. The Cozumel thing changed that for me. Realized a simple wrong turn eats up air and piles stress on everyone behind you. Now I see that first mess-up as the needed kick in the pants to drill the route into my brain. It flipped a switch from being casual about directions to making sure I know them cold, especially before taking a group.