There wasn’t much daylight left so we were in a hurry. We took the main road out of Campina Grande towards Jao Pessoa and the police waved us past the check point at the edge of town. A light rain started and a rainbow appeared along with a car flipped over by the side of the road with a damp crowd gathered around. We continued on and got to the Inga Stone before the sun set. It was indeed an impressive site. A giant carved stone monolith in the Brazilian northeast. Incomprehensible figures, glistening in the quiet of another escaping day. With no other people around, no souvenir shops, no t-shirts or cell phone coverage what can you do but walk around some? Turning to the right and going around behind the Inga Stone is a small stream that passes over yet more giant stones. These stones though are full of almost perfectly circular holes of varying depths. In the bottoms of the holes is water. In one of the smaller holes about two feet down I spot a turtle with its head stuck under water, it’s back legs thrashing in the air. I can see that the hole is too small for the turtle to be able to flip itself around. Even if it could it wouldn’t be able to get out. I reach in and pull out a sickly looking turtle and place it close to a large pool of water down stream from the holes. I go back to the holes and look down one that must be over a meter deep and see like ten big frogs looking back up at me.It’s like some kind of frog hot tub with more frogs in one place than I’ve ever seen. Days later I’m thinking about that deep round hole in Inga Stone with a whole generation of frogs stuck in the bottom. Barring a flash flood or other heavy rain many of these frogs might live their entires lives in the stone. Unlike the turtle, these guys will manage well enough assuming the water doesn’t dry out or there’s nothing to eat. What a metaphor for things stuck only to be unstuck by periodic external forces, cycles of smaller events within larger cycles of events. I left the frogs in their hole.