I’ve never given the Continental Divide much thought. In the states I’d driven over it a few times but never imagined I’d actually be standing on it someday in, of all places, Panama. In this country it’s the geographical dividing line at which water drains (eventually) either to the Pacific or to the Caribbean. Of course, it’s much lower here than in the Rockies but Panama is a skinny country (hence its designation as an isthmus). In fact, on a clear day it’s possible to see both oceans from the top of Volcan Baru, our highest mountain. Wednesday, we joined Jere McCormick’s hiking group for a rainy, muddy, and breathtakingly beautiful hike up the Pianista Trail out of Boquete. It’s billed as a moderate-difficulty hike but offered plenty of challenge for this creaky, middle-aged group! (Small plug for Jere: She not only leads two weekly hiking groups but also hosts a newcomers’ social every…