Pitch black. The rocky trail in front of us was nearly invisible. Alejandro, our knowledgeable and wonderful guide, put his head lamp on. Ah. Light. So much better. We slowly navigate our way to the springs, crossing a man-made slab of pavement. Warm water rolls over our toes.
Fast-forward to about 48 hours later. I am determined to see the waterfalls. I look around my hostel and apparently I'm not the only one. Now, there are four of us taking the hour and a half long trek to the State Park Headquarters where we will pay the $15 to get in. Fortunately, about half-way there, a Costa Rican Local with a pick-up truck offered our group a ride, which we gratefully accepted and piled into his truck bed.