Honeymoon Cove Hike, Isla Danzante – 10/7/2019

Written by Ava (age 13)

On the 10th of July at eight in the morning, my family and our friends, Totem, ventured to Honeymoon Cove, on Isla Danzante, or otherwise known as Dancer Island. The anchorage has three lobes and can only fit a handful of boats. From our position on one of the ridges, we had a great view of Sierra de la Giganta.


Leaving Utopia behind for our hike. 

We drove in our dinghies from the northern lobe, where our boat was anchored, to the southern lobe. There, we hiked from the white, sandy beach, to a stony ridge. After spending a few minutes staring out into the deep blue abyss we carried on our hike and arrived at a very rocky and testing mountain foot. All four teenagers; Mairen, Siobhan, Max and I, started off first while the adults lagged behind. By the time we had arrived at the halfway mark we were tired and sweaty, and had to stop for a water break (Max and I did, the others continued marching on). Although we pushed through and it turns out that the further you hiked the tougher it became. The rocks were loose and the dirt didn’t give a lot of grip. I was scared that a rattlesnake would come and bite my exposed arms and legs.


When we arrived at the peak of the mountain the sun too had almost reached the top. It was nice to be able to sit on a rock and drink refreshing water, while staring at the view below and around us. The glistening shades of the blue water, ranging from turquoise to navy blue along with the surrounding mountains and cliffs created a picturesque view. Staring below we could also see turtles bobbing their heads up and down, and rays flying through the shallow waters.


Us at the top of the mountain


The view of Danzante Island from the top.

After enjoying a relaxing break, we had to trek back down the mountain. Now that was difficult. The rocks were even looser and shifty. You couldn’t grip much, otherwise the rocks would fall. I slipped multiple times but only fell once. It was actually fun, slipping around (creating miniature landslides) and trying to talk to the others. Although, I’m sure it wasn’t entertaining for the adults. 


Max and I at the start of the downhill hike.


The view on the way down.


With great certainty I can say that by the time we arrived at the dinghies we were dirty and dusty. Though, the good thing was the beach-side water, which was cool and refreshing, and surprisingly enough the water bottles still were as well.



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