During the afternoon, we checked out the Iguana Research Station. Despite a ban on hunting, the Swamper (a mangrove-living indigenous Iguana) is endangered because some people Just Don't Get It. The Iguana Research Station has a recovery and breeding program to try and save the species. Their more landlocked bretheren, the Green and Highland varieties, are doing very well. The Swampers are hunted by waiting for the females to lay their eggs on the sandy beaches, where they're slow and single-minded.

Saw a strange little pod on the way back.

I want that office.

Josh's Souash (or Josh's Wash, or Josh's Swash, no one really knows) was a nice dive with lots of deep channels to explore. The Queen Angelfish and the beautifully composed Flamingo Tongue were the real treasures.

Black Hills is a nice little sea mountain that tops off at 40 feet or so, and drops off precipitously in every direction. The Blueberry Tunicates were all over the place, and we saw a turtle suffering a fisherman's hook in its left armpit. Poor guy.