Last Days in Juncalito
I spent several days trying to figure out what made these patterns in the sand. They reminded me of the sand-balls I found on the beach of Krabi, Thailand but unlike Krabi, I never saw the little scampering crustaceans…. until suddenly they all showed themselves.
This morning the beach was crawling with them and I had fun sitting like a heron waiting for my chance get one. They were too fast to grab but I was able to get one with the camera. I had fun watching them pit fights with each other, dig for tasty things to eat, and build ally ways with their sand balls but mostly I just enjoyed the modernistic art painted anew each morning after a high tide.
Snorkeling and Mangroves
I found the perfect spot for a little offshore snorkeling. About 10 minutes from the camper and up a sandy off-road trail there’s a small cove filled with mangroves. I only took Nickel because TinTin and Eureka are bothered by pebble beach areas and slippery rocky outcrops.
The mangrove cove was the perfect place for snorkeling and tide pool exploration because it has the advantage of being shaded and shallow. Wading through the water revealed schools of hundreds of fry, a few stingrays (that scurried off when I did the stingray shuffle, and an assortment of other tropical fish. It was great to get an underwater view of all the creatures living here: sea cucumbers, urchins, sponges, anenomies, starfish and all sorts of unidentified creepy crawlies.
Unfortunately my snorkeling was short lived because Nickel decided that it was extremely dangerous for me to have my face in the water. She was fine with me floating but as soon as my face disappeared she swam out, grabbed my snorkel and tried pulling me in. I tried to work with her on the concept but realized that it was too stressful for her. She was literally panicked when I was face down for too long.
So the snorkeling adventure turned into a hike around the cove to poke through the tide pools. Back on the rocks we ran into thousands of sea roaches… They are just as disgusting as the regular ones with their creepy behaviors. I don’t know why their invasive scurrying off the rocks and plummeting head over tail into the dark damp crevices was so revolting to me.
We hiked back to the camper and ended another great day on this very special beach. Back ‘home’ dinner was served and we went to bed. My plan: to get an early start, back on the road, in the morning.
I’d spent an entire week here (hard to believe) and it was time to move on. I saw a number of other campers come and go during my week here and now it was my turn to depart. I’d gotten to know a few of the local ‘snowbirds’ and appreciate all the help and support they’ve given me.