Nowhere did we see anything telling about the crystal clear waters in more colors than you can count… Nope. There wasn’t any of that.
|Approaching Coffin Island|
The hike to the lighthouse didn’t make the cut either, but then who would want to do that???
And I’m sure glad we’ve finally grown tired of hanging out on white sand beaches. You know, you can only stand SO many in a lifetime before they become commonplace…
We motored out of our anchorage at Gilligan’s Island and pointed directly at Coffin Island hoping to sail for a while. The winds were so light we had to use motor-assist and were able to motorsail for about half the way before the wind actually decreased to the point that we gave up and dropped the sails alltogether. The benefit of this is that our water tanks are topped off once more.
We arrived at the island at 11 am. There wasn’t another boat within sight. As we approached the island, we both stood on the deck searching for the mooring balls, but really more gawking at the sight of the hills and pristine beaches that awaited us. It was Friday. I guess the State Park isn’t too busy on weekdays…
|The mooring balls are so close to the shore you hardly see them until you're there|
Orlando (like in Florida) was very talkative. I guess these guys don’t get out much… He talked our ear off about how money earmarked by Parks & Wildlife for Park improvements and upkeep had been budgeted for other things by the Puerto Rican government. Sad. Did I just see an endangered turtle over there???
We haven’t seen anything like them since the Bahamas and we’ve missed it! But … wait. You don’t want to see this kind of stuff…right?
The ride was long with our slow-going dinghy. The motor isn’t working right – the throttle cables are messed up so we can’t really increase to full speed. So… we putt-putted along the shore just soaking it all in. The clouds were forming over Puerto Rico casting the mountains in dappled sunlight and shade. The colors were various shades of greens, browns, purple, and blue… Combine that with the ribbons of blue and aqua of the water, it was just all the eye could stand. Terrible!
We dropped the dinghy anchor in a patch of pure white sand and jumped in.
|Baby conch with external growth|
We still wanted to take a closer look at that lighthouse… Oh, er… and it wasn’t very much fun anyway…
|Conch making trails on the sand|
|It IS Orion!!!|
We redirected and “ahoyed” them and guess who popped her head out from beneath the bimini…. It WAS Sue! We had been Facebook friends for SO long and I had hoped we would cross paths somewhere here in Puerto Rico!
Awesome!!! We chatted for a bit and then left, promising to come back later for happy hour!
Once we reached the island again and found the trailhead… we realized that there was another (much shorter) trail to the lighthouse that started over on the beach we had just left. It was hot and windless and we took a vote. I lost. We would move the boat to the north side of the island and try the trail from there…
This is one of my favorite pastimes and I think I got a few good ones. The rocks here are full of coral and shells that are frozen in time. Maybe I should have been a geologist…
|Conch shells caught forever in rock|
|I SEE YOU|
|Dos Libras and Orion!|
They are experts on the entire Puerto Rico area having lived and sailed here for decades… and still goin’!
|WWS Sisters finally meet!|
But after looking at our charts, the weather… and the deciding factor – tomorrow is Saturday and the island will be crawling with people… we decided to leave some for next time.