In late September, the park its long trails again. Dao for that day all through the rainy season. Her first group of four university students from Chiang Mai. They for about two hours when they came to a wall of mud. A landslide the trail during the night, and huge trees down the slope by the water.

While Dao the map for another route, she heard someone shouting. An old farmer on the other side of the mud. His buffalo in the mud, and he could not free it alone. Dao the students to stay back. Then she the mud slowly, testing each step with a stick. Together, she and the farmer the buffalo out after twenty minutes.

The farmer, Uncle Pan, in that valley all his life. He said that the slope by loggers many years before. ‘Without roots to hold the soil, the hills every rainy season,’ he said. The students photos of everything, and one of them, Fern, promised that she her class report to Dao when it was finished.

When they back to the village that evening, everyone was exhausted. The next morning, Dao the park office about the landslide. The trail for another month while workers cleared it.