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If I were asked what captivates me the most about the cloud forest, it would have to be its drama. Tropical rainforests are flat.
We have very little sense of their size, of how vast they are, unless one is flying over them, or admiring them from the top of an observation tower.
Exploring the Mystical Realm of Cloud Forest
Cloud forests, on the other hand, collapse hundreds and hundreds of meters in a space of a few kilometers. The views on clear days leave us stunned.
Around any corner, you can be surprised by waterfalls and cascades that weave between leaves, bark, and branches, leading not to the winding brown waters of the jungle below, but to torrents of white water that carry everything away in a roaring tumult. Mists and cloudiness envelop the flanks of the mountains, constantly rearranging, transforming, calling us to look at them again and again.
Watching the clouds form and dissipate as if by magic – where do they come from and where do they go? – is like seeing Creation itself come to life.
The mountain cools the hot air blowing in from the Pacific, breaking its momentum and condensing invisible water molecules; making, in itself, the invisible visible. Standing, from any viewpoint, one feels as if trapped in a giant machine created to make clouds.
