I had a break from the Canadian Winter and a chance to walk a beach on
The Isle of Pines, Cuba's largest Island other than Cuba itself. Behind me are a lot of tourists
yet facing southeast it was unspoiled. At low tide the two wrack lines of the previous high tides are visible.
The bottom was white coral sand untouched and smooth. It was a joy to walk here away from the crowds. Imagine the millions of sea creatures, shells and coral that, pounded by the waves of centuries, have been crushed to the fine grains seen here.
Close up you can see the coral and shells slowly being turned to sand by the clear waters of the
Caribbean. My footprints were the only ones here and soon the tide will erase them as well.
Walking back I chose the vegetation line and discovered some of the local flowers, which I cannot name but enjoyed immensely just for the opportunity to view them.
Too soon it seems, the horn sounds to return to the ship and this beautiful beach will again be deserted. Or will it? Only man will be gone, leaving the coral, flowers, shells and seabirds to their natural habitat as it has been for hundreds of years. As I walked back a Grey Pelican followed me as if to make sure that all of us left his domain as it was before we intruded.
What a wonderful day for a Beach Walk.
