It was windy and a little rough but not too windy and not too rough. Though windy enough. First, Anita lost her hat. We were in deep enough water to come about and grab it (no photos, forgot to get the camera out of the backpack on the way out. Oopsy, sorry Fortunado!). Then Francie lost her hat. But it was too shallow to turn around and the current fast, taking it too far to swim for it. Ah well. If you find this hat, keep it. With Francie's blessing.
|Captain Anita (so proud of this girl!)|
|The wind settled and the colors were vibrant, even on this hazy day.|
|There were some beautiful fish to be seen among the corals.|
One fish I'd never seen before. Anita tracked it down from my description as a yellow headed jawfish, which is a lot easier to say than its proper name of Opistognathus auriferous. I didn't have an underwater camera and I'd probably not have been fast enough if I did. At first, I only saw its head, a yellow bit peeping from a hole in the sand. I stayed very still and curiosity brought it out in full, though still tail touching its hiding place. Hiding, not hiding and finally gone. It was a very beautiful fish.
|This photo, from Fish index (with much more information on this and many other species), is almost exactly what I saw|
The amazement of Culebrita is its diversity of beaches on such a tiny piece of land. A walk to Tortuga beach with a detour to Trash Beach, was like visiting three different islands in one day.
Out of the shade, into the sun.
Trash Beach is much more rough than other spots, in a good, wild way.
|The lighthouse from the 'other' side|
|A lost hat turns Francie into a very mysterious woman|
|You'll be back!|
|Where brown boobies hang out|
Have a sea green Saturday. Do something saltysandysatisfyinglyscrumptious.