Wednesday, October 11, 1995 - Venezula, Las Aves

By morning, the rain had stopped, but the wind was still blowing 15 to 20. It died down some in the afternoon, so we went paddling. However, the waves made it difficult to see what was under the water. There are a great many coral heads not far beneath the surface. If we hit one and spilled out of our Royaks onto the coral, it would be very painful, so instead of paddling farther, we pulled up on the lee side of Lighthouse Island. Walked almost the entire circumference. The sand was the finest we've ever walked on. Not the least bit gritty. No shells or pebbles. It felt so good to our bare foofies. We swam in a little pool near a point. No rocks or coral to step on, and the water temperature was just right. One of the other sailboats left for Bonaire this morning. Bet they blew there in a hurry. Four commercial fishing boats came in and anchored off the next island south. How good not to be itching and scratching!