We were swallowed up by the bamboo forest while the trees were knocking together musically like wooden chimes. The rain had begun to fall lightly and there was protection under the thick canopy of green. When the rain would stop, I struggled hard to pull my raincoat off my body, the fabric sticking to my shimmering sweat-coated arms.
It had been years since I'd hiked in the warm rain and it brought back memories of running through the streets of NYC in sandals seeking cover during a hot summer storm. The smells were different, though.
When the rain got rowdy, we put our heads down and stopped talking much. Even behind our hoods, it was impossible to conceal the awe we felt when we rounded the boardwalk, the trees forming a gateway to a waterfall standing tall in the distance. All of a sudden, the rain didn't matter, we'd found our tropical paradise. Lingering too long, however, meant we had to cross back over a stream that was now bulging from all that rain. We scurried across slippery rocks and logs as quickly as we could, our cameras drenched and our hair matted to our foreheads.
Those heart racing moments, the snickering chuckles and side eyed glances, the wide smiles and joy felt while reliving moments later through tall tales and inside jokes are some of the reasons #WhyIHike, and I'm beyond excited that more of these life changing moments are on the way.
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