There is nothing like a Sunday drive on a Thursday…(or whatever day it is). My husband Andy, our friend Jose, and I all hit the road in our trusty 1997 Toyota 4Runner, for a random Costa Rican road trip.
Exploring a rough mountain road across the valley from our house, we stop to photograph the distant, breath-taking, magnificent 300-foot waterfall in our village.
Zooming in with our zoom lens, we get a never-before-seen shot of our house, tucked into a rugged wall of jungle.
Continuing our drive we head into the town of Uvita and drive up some random side road, following signs to Catarata Carolina, a secret waterfall unknown to most. We pull into a flat spot at the top of the hill and admire the spectacular view of the ocean and valley below, blanketed by the velvety sun.
The famous whale's tail beach that Uvita is known for is a sand bar exposed at low tide that resembles a whale's tail when viewed from above.
Throwing our backpacks on, we follow some local Ticos as they guide us to the waterfall. The hike is slippery and steep but after 30 minutes we hear the roar of the falls. Catarata Carolina is pristine and glowing with pure, natural, untouched beauty.
The spot is deserted, no sign of life but us. Time ceases to exist, the jungle is vibrant in the afternoon sun and the soothing rush of the water drowns out all noise.
Untouched, the water is icy and fresh. This secluded piece of nature is something out of a movie, a dream, or maybe it just dropped straight down from heaven when heaven ran out of room to contain all the beauty.
The sky begins to darken and the afternoon storm rolls in. Suddenly we are engulfed in sideways jungle rain and we decide to begin our hike back up the mountainside. The downpour quickly passes, but by the time we reach the car we are soaked with sweat and thirsty for an ice cold beer.
Enjoying the sunset over the whale's tail we watch the storm roll out, and the tide roll in.
A rainbow of sunset colors sprinkle the sky as the sun dips down past the horizon. It is impossible to watch the sun sink into the ocean and not feel lucky to be alive.
Our perfect Costa Rican day ends as a noisy pandemonium of parrots circle above us, eventually flying off into the sunset, in search of their happily ever after…
"The redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us.
Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue and black."
- Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees
Gracias. Peace. One Love. Namaste. Pura Vida.
Kari Pinkerton Silcox
It would be a tragedy to die, having never really lived. Which is why my husband Andy and I quit our jobs, sold our house and decided to chase our dreams. We moved to Costa Rica without a plan, and this is the story of our adventure.