We saw dozens of turtles last night. It was amazing.
At one point I stood near the edge of the water in the darkness with three enormous leatherbacks emerging from the surf around me simultaneously. The white roiling water swept over the black masses of their bodies as they inched their way slowly up the beach.
I was alone at that moment. Devan, Mike and Scott were walking further down the beach looking for turtles.
I had to will myself to stand there in the starlight.
I was overwhelmed.
Leatherbacks have been doing this for millions of years. Millions.
It was something to be there, the wind off the water whipping loudly around me, watching. Being blessed by the primeval.
We walked the beach for eight solid hours last night. We checked the flipper tags of every turtle we saw, but we found no Canadian leatherbacks.
Maybe tonight.
