This was a huge accomplishment for me. Sure, I've snorkeled my fair share of times in Hawaii and the Caribbean. Sure, I love the ocean and spend plenty of time at the beach. Sure, I'm a California girl both at heart and according to the United States government. But you guys, the California coast scares the living daylights out of me.
I don't know what came over me, but snorkeling was actually my idea. Word on the street was that Lover's Cove had some fantastic fishies and I am very easily persuaded when it comes to travel and adventure. Next thing I knew, we were renting wetsuits and heading out into the deep blue. The wetsuits were amazingly warm, but unfortunately don't cover your face ski-mask style, which was quite the shock when I first dipped my face into the water. The cold combined with the realization that I was in 20-plus-feet-deep open ocean water (likely full of sharks, natch) may have required me to take a minute to compose myself before enjoying the underwater wildlife.
In the end, we were amazed by how many pretty fish we saw (bummer that our underwater camera died before we could capture them), how creepy-cool it is to navigate around seaweed (potentially deadly maze), how clear the ocean actually gets when you get deep enough (yikes!), and how few sharks we came in contact with (zero). (Thank goodness.)
first time. He even learned how to splash in the pool! (He splashes in the tub all the time, but the pool is a bit more intimidating, apparently.) So fun.
Happy 2nd Birthday Colson!
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