The Border with Haiti I could feel the temperature fall noticeable and it seemed like I was riding up into the clouds. The trail improved, more crushed stone and less large boulders and gullies. I was still climbing, just not as steep. It wasnt long before I found myself riding through lush tropical rainforest. Long strings of moss are hanging from the trees. There are palm trees and broad leaf plants all over and the fog continues to thicken. At times, it was hard to see through the fog. I rode a long stretch then ran across another military outpost building. Again, only one person was stationed there. This person wore full military gear complete with army boots and M-16 rifle in his lap. He was a pleasure to talk with. He also gave me quite a reaction when I told him about my ride. ?solo? ir la moto! (you are alone! you are traveling on a motorcycle!) He ends it giving me a thumbs up. The trees are covered in Spanish moss giving the trail an eerie look, I like that. If I could invent a scene on a Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland, a scene where I would ride a motorcycle through, this is what it would be. I am riding through rainforest jungle, a true tropical island paradise. I spot a babbling spring shooting up next to the trail. I see this as a good spot to check the radiators coolant level, and it was. I am happy, I am not boiling off anymore radiator fluid and the road seems to be getting better, meaning I think the motorcycle is going to survive and I am going to make it back to civilization, eventually. At times, It was easy to think about just wanting to get the hell out of here in one piece when I see the first paved road. I think this is a common emotion with any adventure or struggle. I got over it. I am in my element. I reach the other side of the mountain and I am going down fast. I coast without the engine to save fuel. The rainforest is gone, I am back in light and dry scrub brush and vistas of far away mountains, way cool. While riding down it was easy to see Lago Enriquillo off into the distance, the largest lake in the Caribbean. Lake Enriquillo is 25-40 meters below sea level. I started this ride today at sea level, I passed the second highest peak on the island and now I am descending to below sea level. How cool is that. I rode steep down hill to another official building with a roadblock across the trail. They used a downed tree for the roadblock. I have a tall dirt bike. I hop over the tree in the middle of the road without much trouble. The noise I made jumping the tree attracted the two people working the building. It looked like a park forestry building and was. Again, both guys wow out when I told them where I just rode from, solo! They told me I needed to get a permit somewhere. The way I came in is not the normal way into the park. They made it seem like it was no big deal that I was riding without a permit. I make it to the bottom, find water, check the radiator fluid then proceed to circle the lake. There are over 6 villages on the shores of this lake, I know there are hotels. My first choice is to get to Descubierta, a village on the Haitian border closest to where my trail starts tomorrow. I pulled into Descubierta with only a half an hour of daylight to spare. I checked into the only hotel in town that had adequate motorcycle security. At least it was cheap, $7.50 a night. I tried to go shopping for adventure supplies for tomorrows ride. Water was no problem but I could not find any good road food, and I am not fussy, I can pack and eat almost anything. The stores looked like no supply truck had been here in months. I was happy to come away with enough food for an evening meal. It was weird. I saw many people cooking road food when I first pulled into town. An hour later, everything was shutdown. In the hotel, I took deep breaths thinking about the ride I just did. I looked in the mirror and gave myself a big Woow! face. I have ridden dirt bikes on conditions similar to this but only for short bursts. This type of extreme off-road riding for 10 hours straight is new to me. I feel like I just completed a marathon. I feel like I just experienced something culturally significant. I will never feel the same about the Dominican Republic or Haiti again. I like that feeling .