mind & body reset - snorkling

Even when are having en easy time, we need a break. Lately I've been tying my head in a knot wondering about the future; will my son find work, where, will he stay here, should I buy keel boat & go cruising, if so which one, etcetera. 

 

So I took to my Himalayan trail bike hoping to find a quiet swimming place. Google Maps showed Big Rock, it was at the end of a 3k trail into Tomaree National Park. 

As I neared the place, I got a little worried after seeing a bunch of cars exiting the trail. Then, walking to the beach through wonder coastal scrublands I was followed by an Indian fellow having a rapid staccato phone conversation. As it turned out, the car park was nearly empty, & the Indian fellow took a selfie on the beach & left. For the rest of my stay only a few people visited the beach. A group off  Vietnamese scoured rocks for food before leaving. Then a small family came along, but respected my space & kept to themselves. 

It seems that the round boulders crowding the beach were a great deterrent. Yipee!

The beach was a woonderful sight & my day was made more glorious by taking time out for snorkeling. The water was crystal clear & slightly cool. Over a fine quartz grab bottom, dotted with those crimson boulders were a variety of seaweeds of intricate design in autumn colours. Under dappled sunlight & swaying with the waves it had a mesmerizing effect. Any day as a snorkler is special; floating in a thick clear medium, bodily moving with the waves, all with a gurgling soundtrack. The rocky outcrops, still crimson, were more jagged than the lose boulders & stones on the bottom. I found a few fish; a lone Angel Fish as big as a 20 cent coin & bream accompanying a large school of mullet. They were magnificent in their own unique ways, camouflaged green silver colours. Late in my aecond dive while skimming over jagged rock outcrop an alien object caught my eyes. I had discovered a diver's knife in good condition. I guessed that  the Vietnamese fossicker may have tossed it as he toppled over a little earlier. Bonus! 

Between & after diving I rested in shade of a rock crevice along the little beach. The wet sand made it a little cool & I felt snug & embraced by nature. I  marvelled at the colours; the beach of creamy white quartz gravel dotted with salmon pink boulders that featured a black algal growth above the tidelines. The chorus of Cicadas, absent while diving, were practising for the upcoming summer season. The beach-head thick with mottled olive eucalypts all under a clear blue sky. 

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