Thursday, October 05, 2006
This picture is taken from a postcard I bought before coming out here. Willowtree's post today made me miss the warm, blue waters of home. My family moved to this little paradise when I was 8 years old. If you look at the where the beach ends moving down from the top of the picture, you'll notice a little building in the water and then a jetty. That was my spot. My oldest sister taught me to snorkel when I was about 9 and I became a regular little fish.
I would head to the beach with snorkeling gear and just swim around the jetty for hours. As I got older, I bought a dive flag so that I could head into the inlet, sticking close to the rocks and out of boaters' ways! The timing had to be right...always on the incoming tide so that I could just let the currents carry me down to a pre-determined spot and climb out on the rocks! Attempting this at low tide? Never! The currents would have just pushed me out to sea!
When I wasn't snorkeling, I would still swim around the rocks, climbing out and getting back in right there...I mean, why bother heading back to the beach if I didn't have to?? At high tide, the water would be about 15-20 feet deep and I had a particular rock I could dive straight into the water from (without hitting the other rocks..very important!) In the water itself, I had a "tunnel" I would swim through...both with mask and without. It was just one huge rock resting on top of two smaller ones with nothing on either side to block the passage. I was the local mermaid!
After the hurricanes that hit the area, my little tunnel is now blocked. My diving post is gone. All through the power of that water. I still miss it.