Unfortunately, this particular day was not clear; foggy cloud banks ran up the slopes, lending Sage Mountain a fetching, Jurassic Park air. The hiking was still enjoyable. Thick, high canopied forest closed about me in a humid embrace, and leaves fell with an entrancing slowness that, like many things in the BVI, snubbed the world's rush. When I reached the highest ground in all the land, it was marked only by two army-green benches and the wind applauding in the trees. The only other people I saw here were two lovers who clearly expected no one else to come along. When I mentioned the lovers back at the car, Moviene clucked approvingly: "One cent can't jingle alone. Two cents in the bag jingle."