Corcovado

After two days of pure relaxation at the beach house, we were ready for something a bit more adventurous. We decided to pack lunches and head, sans gear, down the approximately 40K of dirt west from our house to Corcovado National Park. We'd heard the road could be a bit treacherous but didn't have anywhere to store our gear once we got there, and feared it would be stolen if we left it on the bikes. We jammed all necessities into Jason's fanny pack and headed out.

The road almost immediately drops into class 8 rain forest - the highest biodiversity rating of any first growth forest. The bird and insect noises about, and Jason spotted a toucan just past Martina's. I didn't dare take my eyes off the road. The road then climbed steeply away from the beach, and up into the hills of the penninsula. The road was steep in many places, with loose rock and sharp corners, plus don't forget the ever deepening stream crossings. At one point I swear I felt the bike start to bog down mid stream and yelled at it "No, you son of a bitch, don't you dare stop here!" (it didn't). Corcovado is worth the trouble. About the longest unoccupied stretch of beach I've ever seen greeted us at the end of the road about 90 minutes later. Totally Robinson Crusoe. What's even more interesting is that it's a 2 mile walk down the beach before you even get to the park offices!