The oak forest above the Savegre valley in Costa Rica must surely be one of the most beautiful forests in the world. The trees are huge, hung with orchids and vines and bromeliads, and interspersed with the small, densely leaved native bamboos. The air smells clean, fresh, earthy. Soft mounds of green moss carpet the ground, liberally sprinkled with the scattered carcasses of fallen leaves. It's a habitat that's beginning to disappear, given the relentless pressure of development in the area. And for those of us who need the wild places, that loss will be a damned shame.
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