Montezuma, Costa Rica. Photo by Lorne WarburtonIt was mid-day on the Nicoya Peninsula. After a frenzy of monsoon rain the showers finally let up and the sun pierced forcefully through the clouds and dried up the roads.
We sped along on our bright red quads periodically gazing at the oceanside. It wasn't long before we entered a winding, narrow road surrounded by gleaming trees.
Then we saw it.
Without question we stopped. "Whoa," was all we could utter, literally mesmerized. I didn't want to blink for fear of wasting precious moments permanently stamping this tree into my mind. We stood, diminutive, underneath the breathtaking splendor of the most beautiful banyan tree we had ever seen. It was the size of a small building. It was so wide we gathered it was a few trees that had grown, intertwined, embodied into each other throughout the years to produce this magnificent creation presented to us by mother nature, herself.
With unspoken communication we each began to climb. My skin tingled as I breathed in the natural moisture from the tree. Looking up between the tall columns, leaves and branches filtered the welcomed sunlight. The foot and hand holds were perfect and seemed to be in the right place for a challenging yet invigorating climb. This was the very reason I was wearing a Patagonia tank top. My friend whipped out the D70 and snapped away. You'll find this photo in the Summer, 2006 Patagonia catalogue.
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