Yesterday we went to Tunnels (for the last time this trip). I almost didn't go, 'cause I'm still kinda sore from the Alaka'i hike, but I went. And I am glad I did. I got in the water and swam across to the outer reef, mostly to get some exercise, and I discovered a whole different kind of action out there: schools of fish feeding, some other kinds of fish we hand't seen closer to the beach -- and, after I swam out into a deeper section, TURTLES.
There is nothing quite like the experience of floating in these tropical waters while a sea turtle glides by, comes to the surface to gulp some air, then glides back down into a hole in the reef. I was just hypnotized by this turtle -- and then another one swam into view. And then another. It was about half an hour of this amazement; one swam off, then the next, and then the third.
I swam back toward shore, looking for my partners. I found Rita and Reva and Jerry and told them what I'd seen; Reva started heading out there, and then so did the others. So I went back out there to show them the spot, and we were all rewarded with up-close time with two of the three I had seen before.
In my head, I hear "The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze" as they fly through the sea with the greatest of ease.