In the morning, we snorkeled from Heron Island to the edge of the reef. We passed schools of large parrot and trigger fish on the way. The cay was like a large bowl that got shallower as we reached the edge. We lifted our heads out of the water and looked through our masks to see the waves from the open Pacific crashing on the edge.
In the late afternoon, an hour before low tide, we walked back out to the edge of the reef. We used walking staffs to avoid stepping on animals and new coral. Sometimes the water reached the middle of our thighs, but usually the middle of our calves. We again reached the edge and again watched the breaking waves, this time from above the water. The sun was starting to set. It felt like we were standing on the edge of the world. above photo courtesy of Dawn
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