We all board the boat, which is really nothing more than a pimped out, blow up, Zodiac. The ride to the dolphin spot is about 45 minutes away. Everyone (15 of us, including the 2 guides) gets acquainted on the ride out. One of my favorite things about traveling to new destinations is the folk lore attached to the location. As we get close to our drop, we pass a mammoth boulder in the middle of the Pacific. This is called "Princess Rock". As the legend goes a native girl, the chief's daughter, was waiting for her lover, a lowly tribe member, at the rock. While waiting, she was drowned in one of the caves surrounding it by the incoming tide. When her paramour arrived and saw his princess dead in the cave, he carried her to the top of the massive rock and buried her, marking the spot with a white cross (if you look real close you can see it in the photo). He then proceeded to swan dive to his death, thus becoming legend. I am just grateful there is no such rock in the Chesapeake (haha).
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