Senior Reporter
kevon.felmine@guardian.co.tt
It’s rainy season, and if you know me, you know that’s my favourite time to hit the bush.
But every time, I get the same question:
“Allyuh really hiking in the rain, boi?”
Like it’s madness. But yes, we’re still going.
Now, I’m not saying rain can’t be dangerous—it can be. But so is crossing the highway, and people still do that every day. Hiking in the rain just means you have to be smart. That’s all. Hike Club—that’s our little crew of nature-loving fellas and gyals—knows when and where to go, wet or dry. Over the years, we’ve learned which trails are best for sun, and which ones come alive when the rain falls.
So let me tell you why rainy season is prime time to buss a hike.
First thing: the bush looking bess.
The forest is lush and full of life. The flowers are blooming, the rivers full, and the waterfalls? A whole different level.
Just this month, we went up to Maracas Waterfall and the Balata Basins in Maracas, St Joseph. We timed it just right, after heavy rain fell the entire week. Rain even came down while we were on the trail, and let me tell you, that was a blessing. Sometimes the forest gets hot and sticky, but the rain cools your skin. Plus, the small streams along the trail start to flow nicely, so it’s actually easier to grip when walking. The moss doesn’t get so slippery with the water running over it.
Now, if you know Maracas Waterfall, you know it’s the tallest in the country—about 300 feet. But in dry season, it’s more of a trickle than a torrent. Not in rainy season though. With all that water coming down from Mt El Tucuche, it turns into a proper cascade. Like a natural power shower beating down on your back—pure massage.
Another one we love is Turure Watersteps. You have to walk about 2.5 km up the Cumaca River. But when the rain falls, those limestone steps? Lawd. It looks like something out of a movie. Water running clean and clear down these giant steps, filling little pools that glow blue when the sun peeks through. Real magic.
But besides the pretty views, rain hikes come with other perks. First off, fewer people on the trail. The limers who are just out for vibes tend to stay home when it’s wet, so the place is quieter—and cleaner too. The air is cool and fresh, the walk is good for your blood circulation, and that sound of rain falling on the leaves above you? Like nature’s own meditation. Real stress just melts away.
Now, I’m not going to lie—rain hiking is not for the carefree or careless. You have to know your trails. Some rivers rise fast even if rain isn’t falling where you are. Matura River, with those Mystique, Mystic and Mermaid Pools, swells up real quick. One minute you’re wading ankle-deep, next thing water at your waist. And Rio Seco Waterfall? Beautiful—but that trail is prone to landslides. One mora tree falls, and that whole side of the hill coming with it.
Then you have the wildlife. Rain brings out all kinds of creatures — frogs, crabs, small animals, and of course, snakes. Especially mapepires. We’ve already spotted a few on trail, but once you stay on the path, don’t pelt stones, don’t provoke, wear long pants and boots — you’re good. In the bush, a snake is just another neighbour doing its thing.
If you’re in need of some outdoor therapy, don’t let a little rain stop you. Grab a crew, find a reputable guide, and make the most of the season. The forest is waiting.
So yeah, we like to say God is a Trini—but let’s not tempt fate, eh. Hiking in the rain isn’t for everyone, but if you love nature, love a little challenge, and your mind open to real beauty, this is the time to go. The trails are calling, the forest is singing, and the rain blessing everything it touches.
But don’t get carried away. Always check the weather before you bounce. If the Met Office drops a warning, do like Kes—boil some cocoa tea and take in the rain from your gallery. If the river looks swollen or the breeze blowing hard, ease up. Nature full of vibes—but it doesn’t make joke.
Just move smart, respect the bush, and know when to turn back. Rain hiking? That’s not madness. That’s freedom.