It turns out the breaking point is a trilogy. I didn't realize it at first. But then I noticed there was a distinct line of brown in front of the waves a mile off the beach in Bwejuu. I realized the difference between low tide and dead low tide. Apparently, my last effort to walk to the breaking point was at low tide. I would try again at dead low tide, as I see the silhouttes of men out there, walking on the reef, what seems to be dry land.
Annette joins me with the camera. We photo the seaweed beds. I point out crabs. With her at my side, I am bolder than usual. I touch things I normally wouldn't. Pick up huge red and orange starfish. Check to see if the various corals feel like I imagine them to. Three hours of exploring this incredible underwater world that has come to the waterline. Three hours and we reach the reef, tired and surrounded by sea urchins. I nearly drop the camera in the water on the way back. Annette drops her whole body in the water, butt on to the spines of sea urchins, but saves the camera.
Our final voyage to the breaking point is the most incredible yet.
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