Side note, it took us two hours to hike that 2.5 miles.
|One of the many dogs that hang around as forest greeters.|
My companion pointed out the damage from hurricanes Maria and Irma--landslides and topped off trees. The palms are flexible, she said, so they survive. The people I met were much the same. They had stories of riding out the hurricanes, but, "life goes on. You have to look ahead." Another story from a long-ago hurricane was that two people had to chain themselves to trees in order to survive.
|Up in the clouds on El Toro peak.|
Of course, as a privileged tourist, I didn't see it all. As we retraced our steps, my shoes full of mud, I knew that the one trail we hiked represented only a fraction of the wilderness. As does what I experienced here. All I know is, I was sad to leave. I will have to come back.
|This sign says "end of trail". But it's not, not really. Another 4 mile trail connects here.|