I am not getting to where I want to go but in this case I don’t care.
A half-moon shaped cove full of sapphire colored water is in front of me. The only element separating me from the foamy waves is a 200 feet drop.
Wait a minute. Is that people down there? How they got to the beach?
I scanned the entire panorama until I found a zigzagging path taking hikers to the bottom. The fear of slipping went away because of the multiple obligatory stops to snap pictures. I even stopped to talk with the couples (strangers) coming back from the cove.
When I believed things couldn’t get better, I arrived to a beach with all spaces covered with smooth pebbles. I was nervous because of the hike but walking over tons of rocks proved very challenging. A déjà vu of working out in a StairMaster took my mind. The rocks moved and my feet ended in all sorts of unimaginable positions. Then, I was trying to skip the big patches of trapped kelp (yuck). The sound of the pebbles moving against each other reminded me of a wind instrument.
Since the walk “on the beach” was taking forever (and because I didn’t feel like kissing the rocks), we moved to a stretch path next to the bluffs forming the cove. That was a good idea if you don’t consider the pieces of wall that can fall at any moment.
At a faster pace, we made it to the tide pools. This was the first time I experienced so much diversity. The pools were full of anemones, urchins, crabs, snails, fish, sea hares and even sea stars. The colors of those living creatures ranged from pale to fluorescent.
Thinking about this gorgeous piece of paradise (only 10 miles from my house) give me goose bumps. Here I leave you with a taste of what I saw that day. Enjoy!
What is your favorite cove? Let me know in the comments section below.