Our hike was almost canceled due to wind. At breakfast on
our first full day in Cuerici, we were told it was too windy to walk up in the
oak forest. This was unsurprising news, since the wind was still blowing in
violent gusts, just as it had been doing all night. The wind forecast was not
looking promising for a hike for a few days, so our walk was put on hold.
Luckily for us, by lunchtime the weather was surprisingly calm, and our hike
was put back on the schedule for the afternoon.
We headed
up the mountain led by Don Carlos, the owner of Cuerici, who may also be Santa
Claus’s younger Costa Rican brother. He would stop frequently to teach us about
what we were seeing, and with Erika to translate, it quickly became clear that Don Carlos knows
a lot about his forest home. The beginning of the trail goes through 40 and 60
year old secondary forest that had been logged by Don Carlos’s grandfather. The
forest was lush and green, but there were no oak trees, only the fast growing
jaoul. People say that once you cut an oak forest, it never can come back. This
is true if you are thinking about “never” in terms of a human lifespan. The oak
forest won’t return in our lifetime or the lifetime of our grandchildren, but with
hundreds of years, the mighty oaks can return.
When we get
into the primary oak forest, it is stunningly gorgeous and unlike any place
I’ve seen before. The trees are tall and strong, with moss clinging to trunks
and draping off branches, while bamboo and palms grow in the understory. The
forest still needs some help though, since many of the palms that used to be
abundant had been cut down. Don Carlos is working on restoration of these
palms, and may be the only one who is doing a project like this. He’s keeping track of what works and what
doesn’t to help other people who may want to do similar restorations.
The path
continued to head upwards, and Don Carlos soon pointed out that we were around
the transition area where the lower altitude species switch to the higher
altitude species for the two species of oak and the two species of bamboo that
grow in the forest. He also passes
around two different species of mosses that are growing in this area. The moss
is important for collecting water, which I can tell it is very obviously good
at from feeling the damp moss samples. One of the species is yellow and
stringy, and Don Carlos tells us that people will harvest oak forests just for
this moss. Erika made us guess what the moss was used for, and we guessed
bedding, medicine, and water absorption before she told us it is used as fake
hay for nativity scenes. In the past, they would cut down the whole oak to
harvest this moss and use the tree for charcoal.
As we
stopped to talk a little farther up, I noticed that the sunlight was glowing
through a very fine mist of water. The sun made the water seem golden and
magical as it drifted down through the tall trees. Despite this image of the
mist still in my head as we reached the mountain overlook, I was so surprised
to see a rainbow arching over the peak. As we stood there looking for miles
across the mountain range, the rainbow became clearer and I could just begin to
make out a faint double rainbow right above the first.
The forest
was just as gorgeous on the way down, and Don Carlos continued to teach us,
pointing out the bamboo that hasn’t flowered since 1992. It is common for
bamboo to have long periods between flowerings, but no one was keeping track
before the last flowering, so we don’t know when it will flower again. All the
bamboo will flower at once when it does, even bamboo taken from the mountain
that is now far away in greenhouses across the globe. After flowering, all the
bamboo will die, making room for other understory plants to grow before new
bamboo shoots up.
Back at the
station, a rainbow had followed us down, arching right over the roof of the
smaller building, making the view from the porch even greater than normal. I
suddenly realized that we had only seen the rainbow at the lookout because our
hike was postponed. If we had gone in the morning, the sun would have been
shining the other direction and any potential rainbows would have been on the
other side of the mountain. The windstorm didn’t ruin our walk at all, it made
it so much better with the gift of some rainbows.
Erin Gashott
Grinnell College