Essay on Forty Years in the Wilderness
Clouds of dust billowed behind our jeep like a filthy veil. Scrawny boys in underwear left their jacks to chase us. Seconds later, they trailed off calling "gringos." A bachata blared in the distance as we pulled up to the palm hut that doubled as a ranger station. Two shirtless rangers leaned against grimy cases displaying ceramic idols and shards of bowls. Sitting around over cups of steaming coffee, one ranger amused us with cuentos while Mom bartered with the other for a guide.
Crabs scurried across the trail. My family and I tromped behind the ranger, eager to see caves decorated by Taino Indians. We were confident that this hike into a National Park would be an exciting challenge like our …show more content…
A flashlight burnt out. Although no one actually admitted it, we were scared that the second light could burn out as well. Stumbling through caverns in complete darkness slapped us as a blood chilling possibility. The picture of death in slow agony from a stalactite concussion was terrifying. After a heated discussion, the ranger decided that the best escape route was to climb up to an opening in the ceiling. We anonymously agreed to his plan, overjoyed at finding a way out without risking a return trip through the caves. The