It’s not all apocalyptic windstorms, you know…
This is the road to our camp, at low tide. Needless to say, once you’re in, you’re making a commitment.
The ranch we passed through on the way in had a baby burro, which was, needless to say, a huge hit.
Camp, morning, day two… The tent is tucked under the palapa.
The view from our window.
Kirby’s dog seen here exploiting the girls for some unlimited number of belly rubs.
Val, her back on the mend, leads us to the top of the cliffs overlooking our cove.
Back down on the shore, having located a starfish while Kina keeps watch.
On our way around the point at the north end of the beach.
We overshot a little, and had to hustle to beat the tide back to camp. Sylvie seen here doing a little bouldering.
This guy is actually a tortilla homing missile. Irritatingly, he was only interested in eating the dead center of the things.
Dad, seen here under attach by a rare sixty pound urchin.
And, what says “family time” better than a round of shots, lime and salt included?
We got the girls fully up and running with their snorkels, and they loved it – puffers, urchins, starfish, angel fish, coral, you name it.
Snorkel recovery time.
This good-looking old guy was out for a little open water swim when his Ironman competitor bracelet finally fell off… Fitting that it surrendered while I was getting some laps in.
Fellow adventurer Ace brought his lovely retriever, Kila, seen here under relentless attack.
So, Ace not only had a dog, but pulled this magical yellow fun tube out of his trailer and lost it, permanently, to the girls.
Time to say goodbye. The “road” on the way out… what a spectacular little spot.