Sunday, July 5, 2009

The Baths

On another day of our excursion we visited The Baths on Virgin Gourda.
This is a national park in which piles of boulders lay heaped upon one another. One can crawl under and over, as much as you dare. They tumble into the sea, so that as you make your way over and under stone, you come across pockets of water, like jewels in the mud. Some are protected and calm, others churning with waves.
The informational sign at the park says that these are granite boulders which had been encased in lava, perhaps even formed in the lava. The softer lava was worn away, leaving the hard granite.
Scampering about these rocks was like being on a treasure hunt. The treasure was what we could see: the striking formations; the colors; the cool(er) air. Rounded granite rock also felt very homey, much like our worn, rocky New England coastline.

8 comments:

  1. The photos are magnificent. I have read back through some of your previous posts and you have a beautiful blog. Love your dog. I am adding myself as a follower. Stop by mine for a visit sometime.

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  2. Absolutely incredible and so beautiful. What a treat to stumble upon these.

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  3. Glad you showed the last shot. It gives a size comparison so we can appreciate the massive size of those boulders.

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  4. Jennifer, I just wanted to let you know that I've tagged you with the "One Lovely Blog Award". I see you've already got one, but I just wanted to add one from me too. Thanks for the inspiration.

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  5. Wow, these are really interesting. I'd love them, as would my daughter, and my husband...thanks for the photos. Have never seen them before.

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  6. These are spectacular! I love these kinds of gems. Lucky you!

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  7. Hello Rae, Welcome and Thank You. I did check out your blog and have joined it.

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