One of that first day’s activities included another boat ride, this time to take us to the “Mountain”. It was a forested 100 meter high “bump” at the edge of a the beach. The trail up the mountain was extremely muddy and slippery. We had gotten tired of lugging our “gum boots” all the way to Costa Rica from the Robson Valley, but we were happy we had them on this hike.
My wife and I were among the last ones to make it up the slope, second only to the group of Italians, who also spent a lot of time taking photos. Their interest was all of the various insects and spiders they saw along the way.
The jungle on the mountain different from the other jungles we had visited. We saw our first Howler Monkeys and another tiny orange poison dart frog. There were beautiful tall trees with buttress roots covered with green lichen and vines.
During our boat ride back to the lodge, it began to rain. my wife chose to sit outside in the rain during the trip, wearing the poncho and her hat. We got back to our room just in time, because suddenly the clouds let loose with the heaviest rainfall I have ever witnessed. I will never forget the huge gushes of water pouring off of the trunk of some of the palms in the yard. The torrents of water cascading from the base of the trees looked like the forced flow from a large fire hose with out a nozzle.
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