Thursday my BFF and I set out barefoot on a coastal hike and mature intelligence took hold when we decided to reverse direction, start again another morning WHILE WEARING SURFWALKING SHOES, and we chose instead a deserted stretch of beach to test the water. Oh my! The sea had never been warmer, calmer, or more buoyant to my senior, slightly bulging, lily white body than on this beautiful morning. We paddled around a bit, floated in the gentle wake created by an occasional water taxi, and were feeling happily blissful when looking towards shore I counted eighteen people! Only moments before we had been alone! Now there we were along a superhighway of coastal hikers heading in both directions, all suddenly (so it seemed) appearing at once on our "private" beach. Two English girls, a fisherman, four Canadian men, a family of six, three little local boys, and two more women about our age. We turned into prunes waiting for them all to clear out so we could exit the ocean and retrieve our modesty towels. (Pic here)
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Thursday, January 7, 2016
Roatan!!!!
Thursday my BFF and I set out barefoot on a coastal hike and mature intelligence took hold when we decided to reverse direction, start again another morning WHILE WEARING SURFWALKING SHOES, and we chose instead a deserted stretch of beach to test the water. Oh my! The sea had never been warmer, calmer, or more buoyant to my senior, slightly bulging, lily white body than on this beautiful morning. We paddled around a bit, floated in the gentle wake created by an occasional water taxi, and were feeling happily blissful when looking towards shore I counted eighteen people! Only moments before we had been alone! Now there we were along a superhighway of coastal hikers heading in both directions, all suddenly (so it seemed) appearing at once on our "private" beach. Two English girls, a fisherman, four Canadian men, a family of six, three little local boys, and two more women about our age. We turned into prunes waiting for them all to clear out so we could exit the ocean and retrieve our modesty towels. (Pic here)
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