It was dark when we arrived back
at the Jurassic Park gates. Chris’
staff was patiently waiting for our
arrival so they could prep the bikes
for the following day of riding. Chris
told us to leave the sweat-drenched
gear in a pile, and it would be
cleaned and ready for us the following morning. We had to ask, “Do you
do this for all your clients, or are you
just trying to butter us up?” Is there
such a thing as a seven-star rating?
Day two: Rinse, wash and repeat,
except this time our batteries were
fully charged, as we had slept like
babies to what sounded like the
“Sounds of Nature” soundtrack. Rain,
light thunder and the cries of tropical
animals echoed throughout the night.
Collectively, the three musketeers
decided to throw our pride out the
window and ask for an easier day of
riding. Chris smiled and replied, “No
problem!” Did I mention that Chris is
46 years old and his wife Miel went
on the rides with us? So not only did
we get schooled by an old guy, but
also by a girl.
With all the rain the previous
night, we thought the red clay was
going to be unrideable, but Chris
insisted the terrain would be just
like it was the day before after a
few hours of the sun beating on it.
So, we put on our spotless gear for
another adventure. This day consist-
ed of waterfalls, mountaintops with
views too beautiful to be put into
words, and, my favorite part of the
ride, the beach. We were like kids
in a candy store. We were giggling
like school girls, splashing each
other with the warm ocean water
and carving corners in the deep
beach sand like a scene out of On
Any Sunday. It was a blast to say
the least—that is, until our stomachs
started to talk to us. We rode into a
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Costa Rica offers every
type of terrain you
could think of.
