Destruction isn't supposed to be beautiful, but you would never know that hiking around the wild sections of Grenada. Nature's ability to spring back after disaster is astonishing and mankind should seek to duplicate such tenacity. Regrowth is truly amazing. I haven't seen such vibrant greens and lush undergrowth in a very long time. The sense that you are hiking in a National Geographic cover washes over you as you trudge along over fallen trees, through freshly overgrown paths, around recently relocated boulders and just generally blaze a new trail along a well known route.

Then after all the commingle of lush green and wanton destruction there is a waterfall. Just like everything else, it is the same as it ever was only freshly changed; flowing strongly into its little spring, kicking up the silt below, yet recently overlaid with a protective maze of tree trunks and cut off from its former ladders and trails. Again, you found a fresh way to get where so many had already gone.

Swimming in that little pond was better than can be described on paper or in HTML