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Hawaiian Adventures — Turtles

April 29, 2012

Last week, in my pursuit of relaxation, I headed for Hawaii for the first time in my life. Oahu, to be exact. I’m not the type to sit next to the pool or lounge on the beach, so I spent most of my time hiking and seeking out new and different experiences.

One of the first things I did on my first day was to search for sea turtles.

Based on the books that I read, I knew that Turtle Beach, on the North Shore, was the place where I was most likely to find them. The shallow waters tumbled over rocks, where the turtles could feast on algae, and the gently sloped beaches provided the perfect beds on which to sun themselves.

When I arrived, I wasn’t disappointed.

Three turtles were resting on the beach — a male, a female and a 50-plus-year-old specimen that was still too young to sex. They were completely oblivious to the crowds that surrounded them (kept back a respectable and required 6-foot distance by a bright red rope and volunteer turtle watchers/keepers/educators). The only thing that seemed to rouse them was the feel of the occasional wave that washed over their large, shelled bodies.

From the shore, I could see turtles rolling in the surf (I can only imagine how much it would hurt for one of the behemoths to hit you if you were wading in the water) and an infrequent head pop out of the water as a turtle came up for air.

To say I was immediately smitten would be an understatement.



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