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Travel Haven Journal — Family Trip to Aruba, Part 4

With this post we resume the story of last July’s family trip to Aruba.


Another bright, sunny day began with a jump off the dock directly across from our house into our own little lagoon/cove into the crystal clear warm water. There is something special about a short splash and swim before breakfast in the morning.

After breakfast we went back to Baby Beach. We had no trouble finding it this time and claimed a wonderfully spacious tiki hut. We stayed from about eleven in the morning until mid-afternoon, just relaxing and playing in the water. Arnold, Mike, and I took a drive back to the supposed fish camp we had found on Tuesday. In addition to not having running water or electric power, the shacks had no floors, just the natural beach sand. And there still weren’t any people there. It was difficult to figure out the purpose, but very interesting as a photo event for us. The beach along the shoreline is reef-like — very rocky — so water shoes would be a good idea here.

We also explored some of the amazing rock formations near this beach area. They were probably a quarter mile from the water, but it looked like the ocean had at one time beaten against the rocks, undermining them in some places, leaving caves and jagged pieces of rock hanging down. The formation was at least 30 to 40 feet high. The land was flat leading up to the base of the rocks, so it appeared that the ocean had receded quite a bit. Also, the rock looked to us like hardened lava, yet there isn’t a volcano on Aruba. Very curious!

Unfortunately, when we got back to the rental house we discovered that the dive bag with Arnold’s and my snorkel gear and water shoes was stolen from the front porch while we were gone. We had left it on the front porch, so our mistake, but it was really a shame. It was a wakeup call for us to be more careful.

We dropped Lisa, Kaley, and Torrey off at the house after our day at the beach while Arnold, Mike, and I continued on to the grocery store to get the fixings for another dinner at home. It was another smorgasbord — beef tenderloin (which Mike rolled in sea salt, pepper and coffee grounds), steak, pork kabobs, hamburger for Kaley and ribs for Torrey. A feast complete with the usual adult beverages. Early to bed for me (10 p.m., as usual). No idea when the others hit the sack. Mike was mixing up another batch of his famous “Ritas” when I fell asleep.