Adventure to the Lighthouse- Cancun Beach
The walk looked farther than it was. I’d been eyeing the point at the end of the beach since we arrived. It had rained some and we were taking every clear sky moment to soak up the sun. Walking there seemed almost out of the question. But it was our last full day in Cancun and I was thinking it’s either now, or never. The sky was beginning to cloud over, but people still lounged about the beach, hung from parasails over the water and whizzed by on jet skis. It was our best day yet, so we abandoned our beach chairs and headed toward the lighthouse.
It actually only took about 20 minutes for my sister-in-law Verna and I to walk the length of the beach all the way to the point. Reaching the end, we surveyed the terrain. We hadn’t thought about wearing shoes and the rocky outcrop looked a bit treacherous for bare feet.
But we’d come all that way and it deserved at least a try, so we picked our way gingerly across the rocks. The land there just beyond the sandy beach seemed like a lava deposit. There were plants growing from perfectly formed holes and openings between the rock. Some areas were smooth and we could walk there, but there were also rough and ragged parts that were hell on our feet. Okay, we weren’t even thinking much about all of the things that could have liked our feet (a lot). At least I didn’t; I just plunged ahead into the brush and Verna followed. We were on an adventure, so you can’t think too much about it.
In an area full of hotels and condominiums, it was fun to explore a little stretch of land that held onto its roots, so to speak. Water flowed through the rocky landscape smashing through the rocky openings and everything seemed to find its place among the rocks.
Almost immediately, we met up with a Great Blue Heron fishing in the tide pools. It saw us, but wasn’t about to let our presence interrupt its work there.
The ground we walked on was fragile, like an eggshell. It seemed only a few inches thick, at best, as if any rumbling could break it loose. Every crack, crease and crevasse were home to all types of tropical flora and fauna.
Soon, we were startled by a huge iguana (probably 30 inches long)- and like the blue heron, it wasn’t perturbed enough by our presence to hide. It stayed and posed for several pictures, without flinching. In the past, I’d seen people in other parts of Mexico sell these guys on the side of the road to tourists and the like, but for today, this one was safe on its little rocky island.
We moved on to get a closer look at the lighthouse and the shoreline. The area close to the water’s edge was very porous and rough on our feet. Exploring the edges of the sea was a bit of a rush with its rough terrain and waves crashing all around us.
On the edge of the point where the water broke on the shore, there was a hole in the rocks where water shot through with a loud crashing noise. We stayed a long while watching the water shoot through the hole like a cannon. I was trying to get the perfect picture and I think I did alright.
The sky was beginning to cloud up even more, so we decided to head back to our condo. Just as we were clearing the shrubs, an older man, brown and wrinkled, appeared on the rocky outcropping (as if out of nowhere) and asked us if we wanted to go snorkeling! He began telling us how he had the best snorkeling tour business on the beach (set up over there, he pointed under a green tent) and that he’d been leading trips there in Cancun for 16 years. He was clearly an American and just a little creepy in the way he approached us so far removed from everyone else (and his green tent). We politely declined and moved along Rapido! Maybe he meant no harm, but we weren’t sticking around to find out! Thank goodness V and I were together and I hadn’t tried to make the trek alone as I had originally planned on doing!