Today we piled into the SUVs and drove down the coast to the Southern Point of the island, which is also the southernmost point in the U.S. After driving through small villages and windblown plains we finally arrived at the Point, where we left behind our cars and set off for the famous green sand beach. The 45 minute hike followed rugged dirt roads that wound back north-east along the coast.
Preparing for the trek
Gordon struts his stuff
The green beach flanked by the remains of a cinder cone
Reckless driving by the cliff
The descent down to the beach was particularly painful, as our skin was brutally abraded by blowing sand. It was well worth the pain though. The beach had some great body surfing waves, and perfect sandy slopes to tumble down.
Ian wins the competition to be first in the ocean. Worth landing head-first in shallow water? Ehh...
After walking back to the cars, we headed to one of the black sand beaches, which we were thoroughly whelmed by. It had some sea turtles and palm trees, but simply couldn't compete with the glory of the green beach.
Proper spotting technique in action
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