Black Rock Lodge // Welcome to the Jungle

As you can see, I like to work from the bottom up. It’s how I get dressed in the morning and also how I tackle life goals. Besides, it was in the jungle that I learned many of the survival skills I’ll put to use on my deserted island: how to eat termites for protein, how to carve slate for mandatory arts & crafts day, how to capture tarantulas for when I just really need something fuzzy to cuddle up next to, and how to run an entirely off-the-grid ecolodge with power generated by sun and water. What a great help that will be. There is hope for my survival after all!

However, there is a roaring river and trees with leaves as big as Jeff Goldblum. They’ve got lizards that look like Dilophosaurus, howler monkeys that sound like Tyrannosaurus, and to write this I’m using a Thesaurus. The similarities are UNCANNY.

Much like Jurassic Park, Black Rock Lodge is completely off-the-grid. Located in the dense rainforest above the Macal River in Belize’s Cayo district, they produce 100% of their own energy through the use of solar and hydroelectric power, organically grow the majority of food served at the lodge, and compost their own goat poop. See? The same.

✨ BEFORE YOU GO: Make sure you know what to pack for Belize – there may a thing or two on this list you hadn’t thought about!

Black Rock Lodge in all its off-the-grid splendor is virtually impossible to get to without some serious 4-wheel drive and a PhD*. I haven’t experienced a ride that bumpy since I was 12 and walked my dog while roller blading. He took off down the street, dragging me on my stomach up over the curb and through the neighbor’s front yard.

Luckily, they offer shuttle services to/from just about anywhere in Belize. Even airport pickups in Belize City which we forewent in exchange for the authentic experience of riding the $4 public bus across the country. And even to pick up two sweaty, parched and hangry strangers on the street in downtown San Ignacio buying Ibuprofen by the pill.

*As previously mentioned, a degree in pothole diversion

Nothing about our experience at Black Rock Lodge was ordinary. Nothing was sub-par. Nothing was anything short of my jurassic jungle dream. It was the surprise upgrade to first class of hotel stays. It was getting two bags of Cheetos from the vending machine when you only paid for one. It was your next door neighbor installing a swimming pool.

5:35 am // Your alarm goes off and brings you back to a serene, less frightening reality. You don’t care that you’re on vacation and awake at this hour because there’s more going on in Belize than there is at a summer camp for kids with ADHD. And there’s coffee.

6:10 am // You arrive in the restaurant and pour yourself a cup of the best coffee you’ve ever consumed. You order breakfast and sip your bean juice at the ledge overlooking the jungle and river below. Elvis, the resident bird nerd, searches for nesting toucans for you with his telescope.

6:20 am // You enjoy your breakfast of lodge-grown fruit, homemade breads, and just-down-the-path-laid eggs. You discuss the epic shit you did the day before and what epic shit you will do today with the new friends you’ve made.

7:00 am // Whichever jungle adventure you chose for the day begins!

5:30 pm // You arrive back at Black Rock Lodge and immediately run down to the river and jump in, the first moment of relief from your day in the hot jungle sun. Tiny fish gather to nibble on your legs, an unexpected but titillating welcome.

7:00 pm // You head to the bar for cocktails and complimentary tortilla chips and cheese dip. You can’t decide what to drink so the bartender gives you whatever is leftover in the blender from making drinks for others. This makes you happy.

7:15 pm // You find your seat for dinner. You’re seated with different groups of visitors each night and everyone has a great time discussing all the things they did that day that they swore they would never do. Live insects were consumed. Gargantuan arachnids were handled. Hiking shoes were worn with linen pants.

7:20 pm // Your 4-course dinner is served. You can’t remember what’s coming because you chose your options at breakfast when you were still mostly focused on velociraptors. Fresh baked breads, salad, soup, an entree the size of two entrees, and dessert. Somewhere in there is something made from coconuts.

10:30 pm // Black Rock Lodge shuts off all pathway lights and tiki torches so you can experience a truly dark night in the jungle under a gazillion stars. You relax on your deck arguing with your husband over which planet that really bright star is. You admit your husband is right–something you swore you’d never do. It’s Mars.

You fall asleep rocking in your hammock to the faraway bone-chilling screams of the howler monkey, the Guinness Book record holder for loudest animal on the face of the earth.

The rooms at Black Rock Lodge are rustic jungle perfection. Open-air rooms and showers, complimentary bottled water, full decks in a rainforest setting, and views too stunning to be taken seriously. The Sophia Vergara of landscapes, if you will.

The rooms lack all the crap you don’t need in the jungle: a television, wi-fi, the Bible, a phone, and a hairdryer. Wi-fi is available in the restaurant/lounge area if you absolutely need it. And no matter what you think prior to your visit here, YOU WILL NOT NEED A HAIRDRYER IN BELIZE. And that’s a bigger understatement than Andre the Giant saying, “I can reach that.”

Can we just take a moment to appreciate the perfection of this locale? That’s Cabin 17, the riverfront deluxe king cabin and, if all goes according to plan, my future home. Boston lacks the soothing rush of river rapids and fluttering butterfly wings. I miss the high-pitch clicks of bats trying to find their way in the dark and being able to see Mars from my freaking porch. If I have to become an evil genius to make this happen, so be it. [evil laughter]

It felt so great to go totally off-the-grid. No lights. No unnatural sounds. No electrical hum. No Twitter notifications. No constant reminder of how far behind I am on work. Only the jungle, my wild imagination, and endless Jurassic Park one-liners.

I loved the coziness of the classic cabin but the riverfront deluxe had something that far outweighed all else: a freaking spectacular breeze. I’m guessing because of it’s location closer to the river and the lack of surrounding trees (putting my biology schooling to work here), the deluxe cabins get much better air flow. Our night in the deluxe cabin we actually needed the comforter–the comforter!–a hilarious fact we would marvel at for the rest of our time in Belize.

What we couldn’t fit in, we’ve already added to our itinerary for our return. We could easily have spent three more days there–river tubing, canoeing, birding, and horseback riding to nearby Mayan ruins. I’m coming for you, birds!

They also offer yoga, caving, and tours to all of these places. It’s downright stupid the amount of stuff you can do there. And even stupider that I only planned a three day stay. Amateur move, Smith.

They took our bags to our rooms for us. They arranged our day trips with zero effort on our part. They told me I could steal the fan from the restaurant if it got too hot in my room.

They provide all the free water you could possibly consume (it will be A LOT). They welcomed us with an orientation to the property and the best damn watermelon juice I’ve had in my life.

If I had to pick a downside to Black Rock Lodge I guess I’d say… the piña coladas were too cold. Definitely, too refreshing. And the birds, they just sang too much in the mornings. And don’t even get me started on the trees and flowers–way too many colors. And that coconut pie? Ruined me for all coconut pies to follow. The nerve.