Here we are! Where, you might ask? Funny you should ask because we’ve been driving for miles in this two-person mini hatchback, giving us everything it’s got for the last few days. We’re on a mission Finding the Rock Carving Hermit of Nicaragua, Alberto Gutiérrez. His name is known across the Tisey Estanzuela Natural Reserve, south of the town of Estelí. Known for its stunning mountainous terrain and home to some of the best cigars in the world, I start to wonder: Is it really worth this trek to search for a man I may never find?

The Allure of the Hermit

Yes, it is. Finding the Rock Carving Hermit of Nicaragua isn’t just about locating a person; it’s about understanding a unique story. Alberto received a divine message to start carving and not stop until told otherwise. This journey to find him was just one part of a five-part exploration across Nicaragua. His story captivated me so deeply that I flew from the United States just for this quest. With no clear directions to guide us, only scattered online clues and whispers from those who’ve encountered him, our goal of finding the Rock Carving Hermit of Nicaragua seemed both thrilling and daunting.

Navigating Nicaragua’s Rugged Terrain

Navigating through Nicaragua’s breathtaking landscapes, each bump and turn on the road feels like a step back in time. The anticipation builds as the mountains grow taller and the roads rougher. It’s a place where the modern world fades away, replaced by the timeless rhythm of nature and whispers of history. As we approach Tisey Reserve, the path to finding the Rock Carving Hermit of Nicaragua becomes as elusive as the man himself. Hidden among lush greenery and rugged terrain, this journey requires patience, perseverance, and a touch of faith. (Click the map to fully expand it)

Finding a Comfortable Base

Before you dive headfirst into the quest of finding the Rock Carving Hermit of Nicaragua, you’ll need a place to crash. We chose an Airbnb called Casa Luna on a road marked “NM-45” on Google Maps, near coordinates 12.985833, -86.337694. This place isn’t about luxury—it’s about the views. Walk out the back door into a garden bursting with bananas, mangoes, and avocados. Navigate through this verdant wonderland, and you’ll find a staircase leading to a deck with a panoramic view of the valley and surrounding mountains. Kick back in the hammock and soak in the sunset because tomorrow, the real adventure begins. You can check out my TikTok on this amazing back yard. While you are here, just down the road is the restaurant called El Ranchon de Papito. You have to eat here and make sure order a bottle of local rum, Flor de Cana for the table.

Preparing for the Journey

We woke up at the crack of dawn and started our 20-minute drive to the hermit’s rumored location. Set your Google Maps to “Entrada A Finca El Jalacate.” This trip isn’t for the faint of heart. Loose gravel roads kept us in first gear, the little car struggling up the mountainous paths. When you arrive, look for a wooden post with brown letters that read “ESCULTURAS EN PIEDRA”—that’s “Stone Sculptures” for those of us not fluent in Spanish. Park your car as close to this sign as you can. And yes, I mean on the side of a cliff. Trust me, it’s safe.

The Path to Discovery

Facing the sign, turn left and follow the path downhill to a house. Steer clear of the house and keep to the road, heading for a cattle gate. Don’t worry, you’re not trespassing. Lift the strap over the pole and make sure to secure it again after passing through. Now, you’ve started your 1.5-kilometer trek down a rocky road strewn with cow dung and actual cows. Keep walking and snap plenty of photos—no one’s going to believe this otherwise. About a kilometer down, you’ll come across another fence with three poles blocking the way. Squeeze through and keep going.

Encountering the Sculptures

This path is one you’ll remember. If you start to wonder if you’re going in the right direction, then you probably are. Alberto Gutiérrez doesn’t care if you find him. No signs, no maps—just a path leading to the unknown. Eventually, you’ll stumble upon an area that looks like any other Nicaraguan store. The entry fee? About 10 Cordobas or $1 USD.

Ahead lies something breathtaking. Over 3,000 carvings scattered across the land, each one more captivating than the last. It’s like stepping into an Indiana Jones film, discovering a rare, untouched temple. Each carving speaks to your heart, pulling at something deep within. This place feels sacred, almost religious, even to someone like me who isn’t particularly spiritual.

Meeting Alberto Gutiérrez

I had no expectations of meeting Alberto Gutiérrez. From what I’d read, it was rare to see him. But there he was: an elderly, thin man, barefoot, with a pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket and chisels in hand. My excitement was hard to contain. I’d traveled halfway around the world, hoping to meet a man who seemed more myth than reality. But he’s very real and likely to outlive us all. He invited us to sit and shared his story, saying something that will stick with me forever: “If you made it here, then God sent you.”

Reflecting on the Journey

Have I been searching for this man all these years without knowing it? Is this the reason I’ve traveled the world, seeking to fill a void? put on a mission from a higher power with only a compass pointing in a direction? “Seek and you shall find” kind of thing? Perhaps.

He directed us to his carvings, which are perched precariously on the side of a cliff in the jungle. The ledge wraps around the mountain, offering more awe-inspiring sights at every turn. There’s an altar carved into the trail where he prays and invites you to do the same. This place is enchanting and emotionally overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

Ron and I finally reached what felt like the end of the trail. This goat path on the side of a mountain seemed endless. We turned around and started walking back. As we approached the spot where we’d paid our entry fee, Alberto and his family greeted us again. We bought a few bottles of water—50 Cordobas each, a small price to pay. It’s the most honorable way to support an honorable man without giving a handout. Spend some money, buy their goods, and they’ll give you a piece of their heart in return.

Lessons from the Adventure

The walk back was challenging. Coming down the hill, you don’t think much of it. But Ron is 71, and I drag him all over the world. Sometimes, I forget how young he is at heart and set my expectations too high. I knew he’d make it; I never doubted that. But he questioned himself, even said he might not be able to. I know Ron better than he knows himself sometimes. Later, when the emotion and pain subside, he’ll stop being mad at me and thanked me for pushing him.

Time is closing in on all of us. We’re one step closer to dying every day. And when our time is up, will we remember the pain or the accomplishment? Ron is proof that the spirit of adventure doesn’t fade with age. It continues to grow inside us all.

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