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My other big adventure with Ron was a hike to the
southeast side of the island and a destination that locals called ‘Blue
Beach’. I don’t think I’ll ever tread a more interesting
or memorable path. Here’s a view of DYE 4, our starting point,
from an impossibly craggy point of rock (I wasn’t real comfortable
while shooting this picture). |
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Early in our hike, Ron snapped this picture of me with the station
in the background. I kept my camera lenses in pouches hanging from
my belt. To get a different lens, I had to unbuckle. Ron thought
it was funny. |
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Not bad for a guy who hates heights. |
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Blue Beach was an oasis, full of water and the things that thrive
from it. As I recall, Ron bet me that I couldn’t ford this
stream without getting wet. He was partly right. |
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I turned around to take this photo of Ron, who posed
atop a slightly bigger perch. |
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A view of the Island to the west, from our high vantage
point. |
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Descending toward Blue Beach from more
precarious positions. |
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Another view, to the northwest. |
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Blue Beach, dead ahead! If we don’t start a
rock slide on the way down… |
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Almost there. What a change in topography and vegetation! |
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The ‘beach’ at Blue Beach. |
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A look back up the hill.
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Snow that never melts. |
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Ron surveys the landscape just above the beach. |
