Some boats and such.

For the past three weekends, we've been lucky enough to finangle our way onto one boat or another to spend a day, or at least a long afternoon, out on the water. We swim. We drink. We dance (so long as someone remembers the iPod). We eat chips. Sometimes hummus. It's fairly blissful. We all get off the boat hours later with a bit of a sunburn, a bit of a buzz, and a bit of dehydration. It's awesome.

My Dad always had a boat when I was growing up and I wish now that I'd spent more time on it than I did. I love being out on the water, catching glimpses of shoreline you can't see otherwise. This is especially the case here, where so much of the shoreline is inaccessible by roads, can't be climbed to and so, you can only see it from the water. You can also see quite a bit of cool stuff in the water and assorted wildlife that have no issues at all with shyness and come right up to the side of the boat, hoping that some Doritos will make their way over the side. For the record, I didn't throw that Dorito in the water...I know better.

And, when it's calm enough, we can go hang out with the shipwrecks. Tell me that isn't the coolest thing you can do with a Sunday afternoon.

On Sunday, a bunch of us went out on a glass-bottom boat. I've seen these things cruising around since we moved here and always thought that they were kind of tacky-touristy, but then again I am the #1 fan of hop-on-hop-off bus tours in large cities, since they are the hands-down best way to see a lot of stuff in not a lot of time. So, when our friend suggested that we charter one for an afternoon, we hopped onboard (literally) and were so glad that we did. When we pulled up the floor covering to look through the glass panels underneath, we were sitting right on top of a shipwreck, wrecked in very shallow water. It can't be more than 20 feet down (and the bow is actually sticking out of the water - please refer to the photo below), but the part we were on top of was just below the surface. It's been down there since 1897 and coral have made the most of it, but you can still make out the smokestack and some portholes. If you can see through the millions of fish who call it home.

So. Cool.


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