ZIIP LINE IN NOSARA
The open bed truck hauling a dozen tourists and half a dozen “Tico” guides lurched and bounced along the rocky mountain road. Dust from the road settled on the tropical vegetation on the driver’s side and hung in open space on the other side like a cartoon character waiting for the inevitable fall. The passenger side boasted the cliche drop off into a deep jungle ravine.
I was told that there are only two tropical dry forests in the world. I have not been able to verify that information; but I can say that this was certainly tropical and dry.
The truck rumbled under the shade of a tree occupied with howling monkeys.
Grinding to a stop at the top of a mountain overlooking the Pacific Ocean, the lean Tico guides leapt to the ground offering their assistance to the anxious tourists. Cameras snapped pictures. My wife asked about the holes in the ground. Tarantula holes. She backed away.
We hiked several hundred yards to a higher point. Rocks slipped under our feet and the sun reminded us to be thankful that we were not shoveling snow in Minnesota. VERY thankful. Continue reading
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