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We are leaving Lowland Rainforest and headed to upper montane rainforest now. It is a rustic site which is very cold, always in the clouds and has no internet!

We will back in San Jose on the 7th and should have a full update then.

So that was a lame post...but luckily the past 8 hours have been rather eventful and we have more to say.  Nothing makes me want to blog more than sitting in a wooden cabin by the fire side listening to Cat talk in spanish to a man who looks like a Costa Rican Paul Bunion (an adorable woodsman). 

    We kicked off our day by once again loading up the bus and heading out.  Many of us were rather tuckered out after having a late night waiting for laundry to finish, just packing up, or contemplating how the depth of a porcupine’s eyes were enough to overcome the roughness of its quills and allow it to work its way into our hearts forever (we saw one on the bridge last night).  So, there was a lot of sleeping going on.  There were several different styles happening.  Some went for the domino effect and leaned on their neighbors, others went for the head back hat down, there were several window leaners, Shelly evidently “perched,” and then there was my own personal sweatshirt caccoon technique.  However, this was far too peaceful for Cat.  There was more to experience and napping had to be eliminated.  It just so happened we were driving up THE elevational gradient.  Cat woke us all up at the beginning of it, but managed to restrain herself after that.      Although I do love a good nap, the gradient was pretty nifty.  There was a very obvious shift in vegetation.  One of the most significant differences was the appearance of red plants to protect against UV light.  Don’t freak out parents we sun-screened up.  

    We took a little pit stop at a swamp.  We saw lots of blueberries that we couldn’t eat because of a funky fungus in the area.  There were also some very different and tiny looking oak trees.  Despite almost not being able to get out of the swamp and Kaitlyn almost getting hit by a Mack truck I’d call the visit a success.

    After another hour or two on the road and a quick pit stop  at a grocery store we stopped at a bog.  We were told it would be freezing at 3400 meters (11000ft), but we’re Raiders.  If your eyebrows aren’t frozen, it’s not cold.  However, we did slightly tarnish our “fit campus” reputation because I know I was a  little on the winded side at such a high altitude. We saw more ferns, dwarf blueberries and some rather uncomfortable urticateous plants.  Unfortunately we ran into some “bros and bras (a female bro)” from California that were rather excited to climb the same rocks we were occupying.  Their gusto was not appreciated.

    After arriving at our destination we participated in the age old bonding ritual, shove-everyone-in-a-bus.  Our driver couldn’t get out without weight on is tires so we were the weight.  Everyone piled into the back of the bus, but had to cram into and even smaller jeep for the ride back.  Carl’s child bearing hips brought us together and we all reformed our bonds that had been stretched at La Selva.  We are all looking forward to our remaining days in Costa Rica.

© Cardelús Updated April 2019