Hiking Norman Island

After getting some feedback from Tom and Sabrina's fellow Salty Dawg, we decided to do some hiking on Norman Island, namely to the opposite shore where nobody was at. 

Beautiful hike, some off roading, but nothing too bad. (Except the first instance that I may have a slight asthma problem, more on that later).

We you do get to the windward side of the island, there is a monument to what plastic consumption is doing to our planet, lots of trash washed up.

Start of our hike.

At the top of the island.  Bay looks pretty from here.

The boys say, let's take this way.
The boys say, I don't think this is the way.

The girls wait and take pictures of cactus.

THIS is the way down.  What could go wrong?

Made it down in one piece.

Boys foraging through the flotsam.
Tim will learn later to not kick things.

People making little conch shell monuments (I guess).

What's Tom up to?

Hi, bird!

Holy crap, look what Tom found.
The story of Norman the GPS can be found here.

We amateur biologists determined that seagulls would grab shelled critters
and drop them on this flat rock.  Escargot for dinner!

The breakers be cool.

Our hike back had some casualties.  As in, Tim's big toe right, and Tim's big toe left.  One was self-inflected as he decided to kick a old fishing float or buoy.  Except it was wedged very tightly in the rocks and did. not. move.  I turned around to see Sabrina bent in half laughing her ass off and Tim hopping around like a maniac.  One severely bruised toenail.

The second was a bit worse as we hiked back up we crossed over some old washed up coral covered in vines, Tim step on a loose piece of coral, got caught up in the vines and bam on his other foot.  This one was a bit worse and required first aid treatment back at the boat (rum/bandages/ointment).  However, as of this writing, big toe is healing nicely, no amputation was necessary.  :-)