Hello, Adelaide here!
Right now we are in a cove sportingly named Disappointment cove. We’ve heard dashing tales about sea lions charging people across beaches here in Stewart Island. Even though many people had told us to stay as far away as we could from the great hairy beasts…we thought that maybe they were just stories, and it wasn’t a real danger. In defense of the people who told us these tales, they were right, totally and completely right.
Ok, so it was the day after the campfire on the beach (which was a great success), and as I was having my breakfast Dad announced that we were going to look for scallops. We were all really excited because we had been assured that they were in knee-deep water in a particular cove. Everyone reading our blog has probably found out that we are chickens when it comes to cold water. We hadn’t yet braved full submersion in the deep dark depths of the South Island.
Anyhow, we ate breakfast and with that in our stomachs, we felt more ready to face the world. We (Isa, Dad, and I) got over to a small inlet called Fight Cove (you’ll see the humor in this once I get to the point). The waves outside of the cove were big. It was raining. The wind was howling and I suppose that we could have assumed the world didn’t want us out and about, but we didn’t. When we got to Fight Cove we tied the dingy between two rocks and then set boldly off. We saw a small beach on the opposite side of the cove and thought we might be able to get over to it on the large rocks that bordered the inlet. They were slippery, but we finally made it over to the beach.
It was pristine; white sand crept down to white-capped waves, a thick layer of moss covering the part of the sand where the beach met the trees. We walked out onto the beach and down into the water. At this point, we were being completely brainless and we walked past a shiny rock (I don’t even remember it being there). One thing we had learned was that you never walk in between a sea lion and its water. At this point, you should know that I wouldn’t be telling this story if we had not walked in between the sea lion and its stupid water.
Anyway, I was looking down into the water in search of lunch when there came a deafening roar. It sounded like a cross between an elephant, drums, a dog bark, and a very surprised cow. Take a wild guess at what I saw not three feet away, canines gleaming. Turns out that Dad had been in the water beside me when the huge sea lion charged. Dad had thrown himself backward on the stones (okay, he freaked and fell backward). Thankfully he didn’t break anything. I, however, turned tail and ran. When I got to the grass I got my hands on a big stick and spun around. The great hairy beast was in the water, reared up on his back legs, and roaring like, again, a very surprised cow right in Dad’s face. The sea lion seemed satisfied at his display of physical dominance and took off into the water. Well, we got away safely, and will never again walk on a beach with the same blaze` attitude when sea lions are in the vicinity. Needless to say, we didn’t get any scallops….