Puerto Egas, Santiago Island and Bartolome Island; Tuesday, 8 November

I would like to dedicate this post to
my intrepid travel buddy Kay.
I do lead her off on some wild adventures.

The Galapagos trip ended up being a saga rather than a post. For links to the whole trip please go to the first Galapagos post.

And as always, if you want to see the photos as a slide show, just click on one and it will magically appear. They have been resized but not otherwise edited or color shifted. If you want to have a copy of the unedited photo, please contact me.

Beach rocks

One of the few structures we encountered

Galapagos Hawk

Walking on the lava

This place really resembles the
Arizona desert.

A tiny flower

Lizard

Prickly pear grows on a trunk
because the iguana think it is a tasty treat.

Iguana hiding at the base of a prickly pear

Darwin's Toilet. This is a really nifty formation where the water runs up thru a lava tube, broken into arch and slot formation. When the wave aligns just right, there is a wonderful water spout. Which I failed to photograph.

Smaller than your pinky
this scorpion is almost invisible.
Thanks to Lulu for lifting the rock to show us.

Boobie on the water

Sea lion pups are as playful as kittens.

Mama and nursling

Iguana in the sand

Same guy up close

The crabs are a brilliant yellow and red.

Same shot, zoomed out

And a bit further out

This is Pinnacle Rock,
Possibly the most photographed
geologic feature

Snorkeling, Lunch then on to Bartolome Island

Note the odd snowflake like formation
It is set off from the edge of the rock

This is some of the same formation,
but the flat crust did not form

Pinnacle Rock is the core of a volcano.
It was attached to the main mountain.
That is until the US military used it for
target practice in WWII

We snorkeled up along side here
for some of the best snorkeling of the trip.
That is until we came up to round the
tip, and we found an extremely cold
pocket of water.

honeycomb formation

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