We took a dingy ride up to the shore to cool down. In some places we found shade on tiny beaches, shell strew, soon to disappear with the fast rising tide. We held hands, talked softly, reverently, as we slowly made our way, aware that this was private land.
Here and there are signs of long forgotten endeavors. What lives lived at the times so long ago? Roughly formed blocks of concrete hint at stairs and things, so overgrown their use can’t be discerned.
Back in our small craft the motor stayed off. Sarah rowed us slowly as we tried to find other hidden treasures. As slate gave way to sandstone, there, in a water carved pocket, sat something that quieted us down. A skull? At this distance it was hard to tell so I looked at Sarah “Closer?”.
“Absolutely” she answered.
Sure enough, there was a small skull set into the rock like some shrine. For a brief moment I thought of what to do. 911? Bother, I hoped it was an animal skull, but it wasn’t. At close inspection it wasn’t even real. A half size model of a human like skull. Creepy, yes. Sarah and I were grinning ear to ear.
Off we shot to Odyssey to get a shot before the tide would claim our prize.
Afterwards we tried to again slowly cruse the shore, but what artifact could top a hidden skull? Back to the boat and well deserved drinks.
Today, Indiana Jones had nothing on us.