How Did We Get Here?

There was a cow in the middle of the road.

At least, I assumed it was a cow. Growing up around the ruby red heifers on my grandparents’ ranch in Moultrie, GA, I had never seen a beast like this.

The ghostly visage standing before us had hare-like ears that drooped long in front of the shoulder. The animal’s scarred, dirty torso was thin and bony, a neglected carcass that seemed incapable of movement. Its eyes were black and wide, showing no signs of thought, much less a soul.

And it was not afraid.

That is how our first visit to Costa Rica began in the summer of 2013. We had a month filled with adventures, challenges and fun.

Now we’re headed back for almost an entire year.

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