So our plan was to get to Tenorio Park really early to beat the crowds on the trails.
Ah ha ha ha ha.
It was pouring rain.
Plus we had to drive an hour on what was now the worst gravel, sharp rock, pot-hole filled road to date.
Up, up, rocks, stream, bridge, up, rocks and more rocks.
Finally up to the park.
And we were the first ones.
Actually, I don't even think they were open yet.
A basic, hand drawn map of the park was handed out.
Weird things in jars were on display.
Me, looking quite like Big Bird...
I had a backpack on and a jacket tied around my waist with a yellow rain poncho over the entire ensemble.
Good thing there were no crowds...
In fact, it would probably be better to describe this day in the exact words in my travel log:
Good trail, bad, trail, rocks, puddles, slippery mud, squishy mud, gooey mud, boards to walk across, stepping stones, no stepping stones, rain coming down, I look like a flippin idiot (or Big Bird), up, down, rocks, roots, hanging bridge, not blue rio :( too much rain? More rain, two logs to walk across, luckily with a cable to hold onto, more squishy mud, now all of our shoes are covered in mud and our socks are soaked, I'm done! Crap it's pouring, not hot spings, this is crazy and we really need to get back across the river and here come all the other hikers - have at it! Beautiful waterfall, but good lord the steps going down, half way down and yes, this time I am really done! But wait, we still have a kilometer to go! AAAGGGGGHHHHH!
Funny on how the way up the trail we were so careful to not step in the giant puddles and squishy mud.
On the way down?
We had to wash our shoes at a spigot.
And back down the gravel road from hell, singing "We are the Champions" at the top of our voices accompanied by Queen.
That pate shit in a tube.
Had to take everything out of Jim's wallet / money belt and lay out to dry.
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