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Photos taken along the Reef Bay trail on St.
John, in Virgin Islands National Park, USVI. |
The trail drops down the hill into the jungle, past weird
trees and plants. |
Fern-like plants abound. |
Don't try to climb this tree. |
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Before long, you'll come to the first of several plantation
ruins along the way. |
This must have been an impressive structure way back when. |
Look close and you can see petroglyphs in this rock. |
The hills of St. John |
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Lameshur Bay trail: |
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This spur trail off of the Lameshur Bay trail takes you to
more ruins. |
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This grand old plantation home is being swallowed by the
jungle. Inside, it's full of bats. |
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There are thousands of hermit crabs along the lower portion
of the Reef Bay trail. |
Keep your eyes open or you'll step on them. |
They don't move very fast. |
This one was a little more intrepid. |
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This is the old Reef Bay sugar mill, at the end of the
trail. |
Some of the old mill equipment is still laying around.
These gears are about the size of an auto tire. |
The old mill building houses a few hundred bats, who watched
us from their perches while preening. |
Hermit crabs were crawling all over the floor, under the
bats. |
Of course there are lizards running around too. |
The Reef Bay trail, near the mill. |
Back at Cruz Bay, browsing the shops and restaurants. |
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Cute little place along the Centerline Road. |
Overlooking Cruz Bay |
These two iguanas were either fighting or mating. As
if there's a difference. |
They tumbled onto the edge of a busy road with no shoulder.
I shooed them away, because they would almost surely be run
over otherwise. The locals come careening down this
road. |
They were none too happy about being interrupted, especially
this guy, who looked at me like "WTF?" |
Once we got into town, I noticed how pretty the light looked
on this power line. |
Sugar plantation ruins at the
Caneel Bay Resort. |
Lameshur Bay was peaceful and quiet when we arrived there
for some snorkeling. We had the place to ourselves. |
Within ten minutes, a dozen more jeeps and cars had arrived.
By the time we left, there were hundreds of people,
including a bunch of wrinkly old slobs who were smoking
cigarettes while wading in the surf. |
This is the east side of the island, looking across Coral
Bay. |
Coral Harbor. |
Overlooking Trunk Bay, one of the most famous beaches in the
Caribbean, and the world. |
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