The Blue Hole is a sinkhole that was formed by the collapse of an underground cave, and filled in by an underground river.
When we initially began the trail down we could not see the water. Each descending step got cooler and quieter, and we were surrounded by seeping walls of rock covered with thick and verdant growth.
Then soon the blue water at the base of the trail appeared.
There was a small standing area for viewing the pool, and for those who climbed onto the rocks there was a sandy area for entering the water.
We watched little kids boisterously climb out of the water, hunched and shivering from the icy dip.
We had been birding in the jungle, and having great luck. But it was hot and humid, and the mosquitoes were especially brutal. So a cold dip looked enticing.
But there were birds to see! We had already been thrilled with various hummingbirds, ant birds, and tanagers.
As we stood in this surreal sight serenaded by trickling water, gazing at the blue water and the millions of ferns, our reverie was soon interrupted by a new bird, a jacamar.
Energetically flitting among the vines and wild orchids, a rufous-tailed jacamar captured our full attention–we watched, marveled, photographed this new lifer. A colorful and zippy tropical bird, they only occur in the New World.
As we were hiking back out, I turned around to get one last look.
A clear blue pool nestled below earth’s surface–it was a fairy place. It felt like Peter Pan would be coming along any minute.
Or maybe that jacamar was Peter Pan?
Photo credit: Athena Alexander
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