Friday, June 27, 2014

Just when you think you've seen it all, think again.  Having lived in Oregon, I've hiked my fair share of trails.  Those trails are very green.  Here's a picture of Oregon from overhead:

Okay, I might be exaggerating slightly.

The point being that while I have walked trails through deserts, forests, jungles, urbanization and beachfront, it wasn't until a visit to the Virgin Islands did I run across a trail that you simply couldn't walk.

The place was Trunks Bay, British Virgin Islands on St. John.  Jeanne and I were on a Caribbean cruise for a couple of weeks.  Whether you like cruises or not, they make it possible to get a sampling of a variety of the islands in the Caribbean.  Simply flying or moving from one island to the next is much more expensive and who wants to be stuck on one for days should you not care for it.

Anyway, we had a stop at St. Thomas.  Rather than fight with the rest of the tourists heading for the trinket booths where desperate locals hoping to sell mass produced stuff nobody really needs, we opted to head over to St. Johns and visit Trunks Bay.

This is a post card worthy bay.  In fact, I have a post card of it but don't tell anyone I buy post cards after I just condemned the purchasing of trinkets.  Anyway, one of the novelties in the visit was that they had a snorkeling trail.

That's right, you swim along the clear waters and underground signs, in English, guide you along a trail at the bottom and point you to various fishes and coral.  I guess somebody concluded that tourists like me generally just point to a specific fish and say, "Look, there's a blue one" or to a coral flower and say "There's one that looks like an exposed brain..."

I actually enjoyed it although in the back of my mind I resented being cattle driven through the ocean on a specific route with a specific itinerary.  It's that part of my that says that I am not cattle to be driven somewhere.

"Let the fish get used to your presence and more will appear"?  I used this same principle back when I was didn't work that well then either.
Here was a trail without picnic tables or benches to stop and have lunch.  The only lunch that might be served on this trail would be you should the wrong type of fish wander in.  Of course, any dangerous sharks were unlikely to be in that area so I shrugged off the worry the same way I don't worry about the airplane suddenly dropping out of the sky.

But seriously, there are only a few places on the planet that have created underwater trails.  I know they have some around England.  There may be others.  If you get the opportunity, add it to your completed bucket list!  

Oh...and the trail bench...I guess I was mistaken about that too...apparently in Austria divers flock to a clear lake created from snow melt that submerge the winter bench underwater.  Go figure!

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