We walked down the steep, ruddy path, masks on despite being in open air. It was at the request of the landowner in whose yard we had literally parked the bus. He lives at the edge of the El Yunque rainforest and with the National Park still closed (or restricted) for group travel, we had to find another way. We made our way down the embankment and through the foliage, following the sound of the river, though we could not see it. Upon rounding the turn, the view opened into a picturesque landscape of the river cascading blissfully down soft carved rocks and pooling languidly below.