|Dos Libras alone once again|
While we LOVED being with our friends and were sad when they left... we soon slipped back into the comfy life of the Cruiser...
It's like our brains flip a switch. Like we left one room in our house and walked into another... lights off there, brightness here.
Chris Parker (Weather Guru) promised a pleasant passage... but not for a couple of days. Our time here at the Beautiful Green Beach on the Eastern side of Vieques was idyllic.
We explored the beaches and collected shells and just luxuriated in this time with absolutely no other thing in the world to do but what we were doing right now...
Suddenly my eyes caught a flash out on the water. I fixed my attention there and watched as the white spot became a sailboat. Then the sailboat became our friends on ODIN!!!
|And one for Odin!|
They grew closer and closer... looking like they were going to pass us by. I waved wildly and jumped up and down conveying our wish that they would anchor as near us as they wished. (Cruisers sometimes hate it when a boat comes up and drops anchor right next to them... when there's a whole Bay open) We were eager for the company and they got it. They dropped close, but not TOO close.
|Dos Libras and Odin!|
We have NEVER seen a lobster that wasn't in protected (no take) waters. My mind raced! This was my chance! I squealed to get Bruce's attention and waved him over.
He looked where I pointed and I asked him "Should we try to get it???". We blinked at one another... I was the one wearing gloves and we didn't have any other way of capturing the beast. It looked like I would have to grab it.
I came out of the water with the thing... triumphant that it had not attacked me...
Only to realize that it had not done so because it was a hollow shell of a lobster... and a small one at that!
It was the molted remains of some lobster that has lived to tell the tale and I'm sure it was hiding somewhere laughing at me right then...
Oh well. At least I knew that I could conquer my fear of sticking my hand into holes to procure our dinner... but I secretly made a mental note NOT to be the only one wearing gloves when we go snorkeling again....
I came face-to-face with this guy. He held his ground, not moving until I was forced to give way.
Just before I touched it I realized that there was something lurking in the hole next to the shell...
Something that looked fierce and menacing...
I reconsidered my position and decided that I didn't need that shell after all... and quickly swam away. After taking a few more pictures for proof-of-peril...
I looked up the Lizardfish on the internet later and found that they are known for freezing and holding position in the face of much larger danger... I didn't want to be that ONE person with a story to tell, so I'm glad I let him be.
|Flamingo Tongue Snail only partially outside his shell|
|Scary worm. Glad I didn't step on one of these!|
|Snorkeling by with perfectly matched kick.|
We arranged to meet up for sundowners and shared our favorite part of the day with a different kind of friends.
We shared stories that are of interest only to other Cruisers... We would soon go our separate ways with promises to "see you in the Fall..."
...and it felt as comfortable as an old pair of shoes.