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Tuesday, December 8, Galápagos Islands

Having just finished hiking the craggy volcanic peninsula of Punta Espinosa on Fernandina Island, I wandered back to the panga to shuttle to our boat. As I rounded a blind curve I almost stumbled into this adorable brown bundle of fluff. Obviously his mother had hidden him under the bush’s branches to go in search of food. A scooch here, a wiggle-and-crawl there, had positioned this tiny pup on a human pathway.

GIANT TORTOISE with a dome-shaped shell. Since humans arrived in 1535, several hundred thousand tortoises have been killed and eaten. Ever the survivor, today there are arguably  20,000 of these magnificent creatures, protected and roaming in wild habitats.

GIANT TORTOISE with a dome-shaped shell. Since humans arrived in 1535, several hundred thousand tortoises have been killed and eaten. Ever the survivor, today there are arguably 20,000 of these magnificent creatures, protected and roaming in wild habitats.

If I’d had a can of sardines or anchovies this little guy would have followed me anywhere. Despite those big brown eyes locked on mine, I carefully stepped back, slowly walking away. This was but one of countless encounters during my 11-day trip to Galápagos, an Ecuadorian archipelago located 600 miles west of South America’s mainland. Although my photos highlight what I saw, I’m also sharing impressions from a journey that exceeded all expectations.

At Flour Beach, Floreana Island, we spotted sea turtles nests and watched small rays playing in the surf. Wendy, Carrie and Hazel (L to R)

At Flour Beach, Floreana Island, we spotted sea turtles nests and watched small rays playing in the surf. Wendy, Carrie and Hazel (L to R)

Galapagos is Blue-footed Booby heaven.

Galapagos is Blue-footed Booby heaven.

THE JOURNEY – People

How many times have you heard someone remark, “I’m just not a tour person,” or “I will never go on a cruise.”

We shuttled back and forth to the islands on this panga.

We shuttled back and forth to the islands on this panga.

Let’s not count how often I’ve muttered those words but this month I joined a tour that was a cruise. As with any group activity, how people interact greatly impact the outcome. Miraculously our pack of twelve clicked. At the initial gathering I learned that 5 of us were molecular geneticists, scientists who study the structure and function of genes. Gulp! Gulp! This raised the bar a bit. As they introduced themselves, my friend, Wendy Weaver, whispered to me, “I’m a travel agent. What do you do?” I whispered back, “I write a food blog.”

Sally Lightfoot crab. Note the angled shell which provides Sally an anchor to stand in the heavy surf.

Sally Lightfoot crab. Note the angled shell which provides Sally an anchor to stand in the heavy surf.

I've asked Betsy, our on-board artist, to weave scarves for Wendy and me using Sally Lightfoot's gorgeous colors.

I’ve asked Betsy, our on-board artist, to weave scarves for Wendy and me using Sally Lightfoot’s gorgeous colors.

Southern hospitality was well-represented by Lynn and Carrie Graugnard, a sugar cane farmer and nurse who live in Louisiana. Lynn, a lifelong fisherman, is not only knowledgeable but was spot on in noticing any underwater movement. Without him, I’d have missed seeing three kinds of sharks, Golden rays, countless Green Sea Turtles and fish. Carrie was the go-to woman for all ailments, real or imagined. Artist Betsy Blumenthal, a weaver and fellow Coloradan, enhanced our color consciousness.

This marine iguana is the only marine iguana species in the world.

This marine iguana is the only marine iguana species in the world.

Author Dean King was gathering research for a book on the acclaimed Admiral David Farragut. During the war of 1812 Farragut was an 11-year old midshipmen on the USS Essex which battled the British in the Galápagos area. He was joined by his 21-year-old daughter, Hazel, who was just ending a 2 month trip to Peru. Hazel was a breath of fresh air and our only Spanish speaker.

The Nazca Booby is another booby albeit not as famous as his blue-footed brethern.

The Nazca Booby is another booby albeit not as famous as his blue-footed brethern.

Wendy Weaver, Michael’s and my friend and travel agent since moving to Aspen, invited me to join this adventure. She and I were constant hiking companions during my earlier Aspen days. We had time to rekindle our friendship. A trip bonus.

The Magnificent Frigatebird, Mom, Dad and the babies.

The Magnificent Frigatebird, Mom, Dad and the babies.

THE JOURNEY – Itinerary

The Integrity

The Integrity

Our vessel for the trip was Integrity, a handsome 141-foot yacht. Its crew of eleven young men made the trip comfortable and safe. Each day the chef and sous chef rolled out delicious meals and snacks from their tiny kitchen. The local fish, fresh fruits and homemade ice cream were 5-star. Our panga drivers expertly navigated rough waters, managing to get us in-and-out of the raft safely. It once took 3 strong men to pull me into the panga. Graceful, I was not.

On many mornings I woke up early, grabbed a cup of coffee and went to the top deck to welcome the sun.  Sometimes I had company waiting for me.

On many mornings I woke up early, grabbed a cup of coffee and went to the top deck to welcome the sun. Sometimes I had company waiting for me.

The bartender introduced me to Caipirinhas, Brazil’s national cocktail. Made with cachaça, sugar and lime and more tasty than a gin and tonic, I became a convert. In fact we drank so many Caipirinhas that one of the crew had to make an emergency run to another ship for limes!

When Wendy dropped her iPhone in the ocean (DISASTER), I ran to the kitchen to grab a bag of rice. The chef is pouring me the rice while the sous chef is slicing onions. He never once glanced at the cutting board!

When Wendy dropped her iPhone in the ocean (DISASTER), I ran to the kitchen to grab a bag of rice. The chef is pouring me the rice while the sous chef is slicing onions. He never once glanced at the cutting board!

Patricia Stucki, our naturalist, was born in Switzerland but has lived on Galápagos for 20 years. She speaks 6 different languages, is extremely knowledgeable and can’t spell r-e-s-t or r-e-l-a-x. No one complained.

Our guide had several interesting tattoos. This is a Hammerhead Shark which I later saw.

Our guide had several interesting tattoos. This is a Hammerhead Shark which I later saw.

Which is your favorite?

Which is your favorite?

Each morning at 6:00am wake-up music – yeah, just like the astronauts – started our day. By 9:00 pm, following a slideshow and dinner, I was done! At night we traveled to a new island. Our non-stop days were artfully scheduled with AM and PM hikes/adventures, panga cruises through mangrove lagoons and snorkeling. The wildlife was amazing and, each memory, unforgettable.

Every evening 10 to 20 Frigatebirds would follow our ship.

Every evening 10 to 20 Frigatebirds would follow our ship.

About the snorkeling. I did it. Three times. Besides seeing gorgeous fish, I swam with Green Sea Turtles and a Galápagos Fur Seal. On my third snorkeling excursion the ocean was rough. Since swimming is not my forté, I couldn’t get past the current and kept being pushed into the reef, ornery-looking volcanic rock. Finally Dean saw I needed help, swam over and grabbed me, pulling me away from those damn rocks. Traumatized may be the right word here.

Our last day in the Galapagos...

Our last day in the Galapagos…

The Galápagos Islands are probably the most famous wildlife-watching destination in the world. And no wonder – it’s almost impossible to exaggerate the sheer spectacle of the place that provided inspiration for Charles Darwin’s ground-breaking theory of natural selection. Mark Carwardine

That's it, folks.   (A Galapagos land iguana)

That’s it, folks. (A Galapagos land iguana)