ADAM HAYDOCK

I eagerly walk down the dense sloping patch of Forest. The temperature drops as the moisture rises from the warm dry air of the mountainous Dominican Republic valley desert. Vines, slippery moist ground, (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); and the occasional tree with spines are negotiated. All too soon, a dry mossy arroyo appears leading to a large black void the swallow's water...