The city of San Francisco had been the location of her previous two birthday celebrations, so it seemed fitting that Isla San Francisco be the choice for this year’s fun. Yesterday’s trip to the west side of Isla Partida had been a chore, but we were now just twenty miles from our party destination. We got an early start, beating into a light breeze, and soon found ourselves anchored off the crescent shaped beach on Isla San Francisco.
|What a way to spend my birthday!|
After a hike across a large salt flat, we came to the beach on the windward side of the island. As promised, we were able to find a few agates among the pebbles on the beach. Walking farther along the beach we could hear a faint squawking sound. We noticed a huge nest on an outcropping in the cliffs about twenty feet up. The source of the noise was a little fuzzy head peeking out of the nest. Several big birds were circling above, obviously unhappy with our intrusion. Michael on Pura Vida later identified them as Osprey.
|Hiking across the salt flat|
|Baby Osprey in his nest|