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Isla Coronado in Loreto National Marine Park

Forty-five minutes in a panga on choppy seas, breathing in gasoline fumes, was how I started my first visit to the marine preserve surrounding Loreto.  Jacques Cousteau had labeled the undersea environment the world's aquarium.  Above the sea, nausea prevented me from enjoying any marine life that might have been skimming the water's surface. I had arrived in this quiet corner of Baja California on a cruise ship, in mid-November, with only a short, eight-hour stop at the port.  Loreto was a lovely town, with charming streetscapes and an historic colonial-era plaza.  But on my mind was the vast surrounding Sea of Cortez seascape, designated as Bahia de Loreto National Park and protecting 800 square miles of ocean, coastline and five uninhabited islands.   We were six passengers on the small boat, a panga, that made its way from Loreto's tiny port to Isla Coronado, the closest of the preserve's five islands.  There were no fishing boats within view, a te...
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Snorkeling off Cemetery Beach on Grand Cayman Island

Almost no one visits the Cayman Islands without seeing Seven Mile Beach.  Crescent-shaped and renowned for its bright coral-sand and clear, calm water, it extends along most of the west coast of Grand Cayman Island, where I was visiting.  Cruise ship passengers like myself are especially lucky because their tender port is at George Town, lying close to the southern end of the beach.  However on my short stay, I headed almost to Seven Mile's very northern end, Cemetery Beach, where I snorkeled to an off-shore reef.   George Town is the capital and largest city in the Cayman Islands.  It's also an easy place to find a taxi van or a public bus traveling to anywhere on Grand Cayman Island.  I quickly learned that both services operated identical-looking vans that each held around a dozen passengers.  The taxi offered a specific ride to your location at a fixed price with the possibility of several different itineraries sharing your van.  Meanwhil...

Birding on My Go Native Jamaica Tour

I hadn't visited Jamaica in more than thirteen years when I found myself there with a day to spend off of a cruise ship.  It was easy for me to decide what I was most interested in: birds.  The island is one of the largest, and perhaps the most verdant, that ships visit in the Caribbean so I imagined there should be some interesting avian discoveries in store.  However my cruise didn't offer a specific birding excursion and I hadn't researched enough to travel independently.  Fortunately my Montego Bay stop sold a tour entitled "Go Native Jamaica" that boasted a nature walk at a tropical plantation in the hilly outskirts of town.  I was convinced when I read, "Watch for different bird species." Of course most of the tour focused on the history and landmarks of Montego Bay, Jamaica's second largest city, and on the nation's culture as a whole.  As my bus struggled through rush-hour traffic on its way to a  seventeenth century fort, we passed by ca...

Much More than Snorkeling, Starfish and a Beach on Cozumel

Almost two years ago, I rented a car on Cozumel to visit several beaches where I intended to snorkel reefs that were not too far off shore.  Windy conditions creating choppy seas prevented me from swimming to most of the sites.  And an aggressive barracuda scared me away from the reef that I actually almost reached off Punta Sur on the Mexican island's southern tip.   From a cruise ship on my most recent stop on Cozumel, I joined a morning tour that promised visits to two additional sites on my original must-do list that were not reachable without a boat: Columbia Shallows Reef and El Cielo.  I'm happy to report that this time the weather and marine life cooperated with my plans.  And not only did I snorkel those places, but the tour added an unexpected third stop for a close-up encounter with sea turtles. The short title "Snorkel, Starfish, and Beach" didn't quite convey how exciting my excursion turned out to be.  Of course reading the details offere...

Sixteen Birds at the Vallarta Botanical Gardens

Besides the lush landscape, what initially struck me at the Vallarta Botanical Gardens were the butterflies.  It was early November, past the rainy season along the Mexican State of Jalisco's Pacific coast, and the fluttering insects were everywhere.  I wondered whether they were the most - both in variety and numbers - I'd ever seen gathered in one place. Of course I knew most people visited the Vallarta Botanical Gardens for the plants.  Several acres showcased both native and exotic species of flora growing along paths and tended in greenhouses and assorted settings.  The most renowned specimens were probably the wide variety of orchids.  But I was actually visiting the garden for the birds.  And fortunately for wildlife lovers, most of the gardens were protected as a vast forest preserve covering over seventy acres just a short drive from busy Puerto Vallarta. The first bird I encountered was a golden-cheeked woodpecker.  I wasn't fast enough to ph...

My Pilgrimage to the Giant Sequoias

I couldn't fly into Fresno without seeing one of my best friends from college and his wife.  They had just flown back from Spain five days before, having spent a month and a half walking the Camino de Santiago where they trekked five hundred miles in total.  While I am in awe of both their spiritual and physical stamina, I was actually visiting Fresno to make a pilgrimage of my own.  I'd soon cover almost the same distance, albeit in a rental car, on a journey to bear witness to living entities often just as old as Christianity itself.  The giant sequoias were awaiting me.  It's been close to forty years since I've moved to Arizona, and I've visited California dozens of times.  But surprisingly I've never visited three of the state's national parks: Giant Sequoia, Yosemite, and Kings Canyon.  Except for skiing near Lake Tahoe, the wonders of the Sierra Nevada mountain range had  eluded me.  However I have been to Northern California and witne...

A Western Screech Owl in my Phoenix Backyard

It's been a long time since I've seen a western screech owl: six years, by my rough record-keeping.  So I was delighted to recently witness one in my Phoenix backyard after only a few days back in town following my long summer stay in Prescott.   The last time I wrote about this small owl species, I had just seen one roosting during the day at the Desert Botanical Garden.  It was the second time I had seen one there, and the third time ever.  The first was actually in an adjacent community to mine in Phoenix, when I watched an owl over the course of several days as it basked in a winter's early morning light from a perch in the hollow of a saguaro cactus.   Over the next six years, I occasionally heard the western screech owl's bouncing-ball hoots during winter nights in the desert.  However I was much more apt to hear the deep calls of a great horned owl, which I was also more likely to see on my sunrise runs.  Last week for the first time s...