Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I do not want you to go to Guana Reserve. You can go with me if you are Kim or Dee or Lisa, or my kids with their dogs. Or Kallie or Fiona, or Ellie and Evie when they come to visit, or Laura or even other friends or relations if I take them with me to show them how ridiculously awesome it is, but the rest of you please stay home. Because the splendor of the experience for me, the glory – stems from its vast aloneness.
It is such a precious place to me and so much has happened while hiking there, I feel the need to pay homage. To keep the experience as pristine as possible, preserving my memories enclosed in a dome like that Sci-Fi television show or Plath’s bell jar – but less restricting and suicidal… You get what I mean, right?
Here is my Guana Reserve in all its splendor:
See what I mean? Not another soul in sight…