After we checked out of the hotel yesterday, we ate lunch and then headed back to the area around the lighthouse that we discovered the night before. From the lighthouse, we drove across a bridge and along an stretch of oceanfront, and the kids spotted this playground and were eager to come back and try it out.
The playground was located at the entrance to Coral Cove, one of the
coolest beaches we've ever seen in Florida! We had taken a quick peak
from the boardwalk the night before and were excited about returning the
next day. After the kids played for awhile we changed them into swimsuits so we could hit the beach. Carigan decided to walk the wooden perimeter of the playground like a balance beam and she was cracking me up with her intense focus. This is what happens when you leave Daddy in charge of sunscreen:
The beach reminded me of some of the beaches I've been to in Hawaii and Australia with its rocks and very cool reef. There were lots of people snorkeling - Michael was kicking himself for not bringing his gear! Coral Cove is located down a very steep embankment. It was a little tricky getting all five of us down there! Michael took a couple of pictures through his sunglasses because the polarized lens revealed much of the reef below the water. Wesley was the bravest. Honestly, Coral Cove is not the best beach for children, but it was breathtakingly beautiful! With all the rocks and the crashing waves, it was hard to do much in the water without any sort of gear. But we really enjoyed seeing such a unique beach so close to home. We'd love to come back with gear when the kids are older!
The seashells were absolutely amazing! The biggest and best ones we've ever found in one spot. We kept finding perfect spiral shell after shell. The waves were a little too intense for Carigan's taste... she kept running for cover but you couldn't run far because in just two or three feet you hit that embankment we had to scale down to get down to the water. She felt a little trapped and kept hopping into my lap and climbing me like a tree.
Keeping a safe distance (safe until the next wave, anyway!). There was a 0% chance of me getting Carigan to join Wesley & Anna Kate for this picture:
At one point Wesley walked up to me with a small white ball in his hand and said, "Mommy, is this a turtle egg?" I kind of laughed and said, "No, it's a ping-pong ball." But then I took if from him and realized it WAS an egg. Crazy! I kind of panicked and asked him where he got it. He pointed up to the wall of sand we had scaled to get down to the Cove. Sure enough, we had uncovered a sea turtle nest (I used my master computer skills to insert an arrow in the photo below for your viewing convenience). Michael ran up to the lifeguards and notified them, and they both just kind of shrugged and said that the eggs couldn't have survived in that location anyway. It just goes to show you how prolific sea turtles are in this area, because at any other beach, they'd call out some team of experts to move or protect the nest. Where we vacation in St. George you'll stumble upon maybe two or three marked sea turtle nests along any stretch of beach, but I've never seen anything like at Jupiter! There were so many stakes out around our hotel it looked like a truckload of paint-stirrers had crashed there... literally hundreds and hundreds of marked nests. Here at Coral Cove I guess they don't even bother. I'm used to being told that sea turtles are rare and endangered and I was actually afraid we'd get in some sort of trouble for disturbing the nest, but we discovered they're far from endangered around Jupiter! We did put the egg back with the others and covered them up again, but the lifeguards said the crabs would most likely get to them in such a shallow nest anyway. Very cool that we got to hold an actual sea turtle egg though!
Wesley loved how the waves crashed up against the rocks! Carigan, not so much. That wall of sand we had to scale to get down to the cove is literally like quicksand... you stick your foot in and it disappears and all the sand around it just caves. It made it very VERY difficult to climb back up to the top. I made the mistake of wearing my flip flops in my first attempt to climb it. The sand swallowed up my left shoe and even though I immediately plopped down to mark the spot, the shoe was GONE. We dug and we dug and we dug and we dug but could not find it. It was CRAZY. I finally took the kids back to the playground area where I rinsed them off and changed their clothes. After about 30 minutes of searching for my shoe, Michael came back up and declared he had given up. But those flip-flops are super special because I got them in Hawaii back in 2001 and you cannot buy that kind of flip-flop (Locals) anywhere else. For the past 10 years they've not only been the shoes I wear to the beach, they've been the shoes I wear to Disney World and other amusement parks because they are the only shoes comfortable on my feet all day long in heat. I told Michael I would go back and look, but he huffed and puffed and marched back down there yelling back something about how he'd just spend the day down there. But about 20 minutes later, he emerged with a badly sunburned back, but victorious in my shoe recovery! What a guy!! My personal flip-flop hero. :o)
The sign of a successful vacation!
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