I have been called a beach bum… I claim it with pride. I get it honest. My mom taught me how to thoroughly let go and relax the moment your senses see, feel, hear, smell or touch a beach. I remember driving to the Gulf and as we get close, she would roll down the windows and say, “smell that, we are here.” It is like something clicks in my head and my whole self just says ahhhhhh. I know this is why Bryan has brought me back here time and time again. He says that he likes me this way. I must work on being more like this all the time. Or, he could just move us there. That would be the easiest right? Anyways, I can’t imagine more beautiful, unspoiled beaches than what are here. I haven’t traveled the world, but I have seen a fair amount of beaches ranging from Mexico, Bahamas, Jamaica to name a few. I have yet to set foot on Hawaii. Maybe one day….
What makes St. John special is many of the beaches are National park. There are no hotels, homes, etc on them. You are surrounded my nature. It’s simply beautiful.
It is a nice hike to get here, but it is so worth it. I think this was my favorite beach from this trip. We had it to ourselves most of the day. The water was calm and beautiful. On the way back up, we added about a mile to the hike by turning the wrong way. It was nice to get some exercise after being so incredibly lazy.
Maho. It is a big smimming pool. Shallow and large, it is a family favorite. It is also where you have the best chances of swimming with turtles or stingrays. We also saw beautiful starfish here this time :
We were chased off from here by a large family. Not griping, as we are parents and completely understand how difficult it is to handle such situations. We did get a giggle out of watching them. There was a mom and dad that were parents to 5 little girls. They looked to range in age from 3 -14. A grandmother had accompanied them. Instead of taking turns to snorkel, these parents were determined that all would go together at once. This lead to the 2 littlest ones screaming. The oldest always yelling for mom to come over to see what she had found. The grandmother yelling that she would get the little one in a minute. That dad yelling that he would help in a minute…. One of the cutest sayings of the trip, came from the littlest one though. Once she was calmed down and in the shallow, we heard, “Mommy, I can’t swim because all the minnows are in my lap”. Precious.
Francis. Steps from our house is another large, beautiful, Caribbean swimming pool. It is also a great place to see stingrays and turtles:
Denis. We love this beach. It was our fav. last trip. This trip, the water was a little too rough to snorkle or stay in too much. But, as expected, it is a very lonesome beach. We tucked ourselves under a tree in front of some ruins and settled in for the day. This beach once served as a fishing launch site and there are some post still standing as a reminder of the earlier venture. These post grace my stair way. I thought they were so beautiful last time we were here that I took pictures and turned them into canvas’.
Who drinks coffee on the beach???? Only Bryan. Note he had to carry that all the way down the hiking trail.
The famous Trunk: We were not too excited about Trunk, initially. Our thinking was that it was the “touristy” thing to do. We had been in prior trips when Cruise shippers had come in and it just sort of turned us off, if you will. But this time, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. We went to the very end of the beach and found a nice hang out for the day. We had forgotten how large and beautiful this beach is. So glad we came. It has a snorkel trail here that is fun to do. Also, it is a nice perk to have a snack bar and beach shop.
From the look out: Famous Trunk Bay:
On the beach:
My favorite image from trip taken at Trunk:
We had a SouthShore Day at Salt Pond:
This was Bryan’s favorite snorkeling day. He also wore his Auburn hat here and as we were hiking back up, we heard “War Eagle”. Turns out we were not the only AU grads on the island. Great times.
“I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.”
– Helen Keller