May 30th, 2009

Tarpon Point. That doesn’t say much about what it is, but there was a tarp on it (Ha ha). Tarpon Point is a place where the sea crashes up against the rocks on the tip of Ambergris Cay. Sometimes, a few random pieces of cargo from ships comes up on to the rocks. While I was there, I saw a fork, a lone flip flop, and a small fishing net. My dad laughed and said “Look for wallets!” I grinned and continued on with my mission, which at that time was to find a couple of large shells big enough for the hermit crabs at the ELC (who were all way too big for their shells and, living in a cage, had no way to replace them) to fit into. Speaking of crabs, there were also a few dead ones that had been thrown up on to the rocks during thunderstorms when the waves became violent. When we’d been there for about twenty minutes I’d found my shells, but unfortunately they were to far down to reach without jumping into the water (something I wasn’t too keen on trying, as the rocks were all very pointy). Since after the next ten minutes we’d seen nothing else really except a couple of iguanas, we decided to leave, and, much to my annoyance, I still haven’t found any shells big enough for those blasted crabs to fit into.

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