The invitation went out, and we said yes. We agreed to travel by truck to the summit of Montana de Dios. To the Martinez family Coffee Plantation. Heading out of town, one right hand turn, and civiliaztion fades in the rear view mirror. Up, up, up we go, tiny villages, a school and church dot the path into the clouds. Our ears pop from the change in altitude. Slick red mud under the tires of the burgundy 4-wheel drive, grasping for traction, somewhere, before we slide off the