One of my favorite places on the Big Island is Puako. At utility pole 130, we always find a nest of turtles crunching on the reef. Even though it was a breezy afternoon, the waters were clear enough to see trains of fish that dashing dashed lines from the beach.
The tide was out, so I decided to wander into the sea up to the bottom of my shorts. I was able to spot three turtles right off. Then, M spotted a fourth right in front of me. The turtle noticed me about the same time I noticed him, turned to look at me, and then he showed me his teeth as if he might scare me. Clearly not intimidated, I followed him a few steps before he dove deeper.
On the way back to the car, I almost didn’t notice one sunning himself on the rocky beach. The shell dry blends right into the sand.
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