Into the Wild

By Suzanne Morphet, The Globe and Mail

A soft breeze wafts through the trees as we explore one of the last tropical dry forests in Central America. The air smells woodsy, a bit like fall in Canada, and the occasional leaf flutters to the ground from an es para ver tree, the name Costa Ricans have for one of the tallest trees in the forest. It’s enchanting, but it seems awfully quiet and still. Then, something moves on the trail ahead.