Cocoa Point Resort | Tusen Takk II

On the 10th, Barb and I, Gary (Enroute) and Bill (Dolce Vita) took a short walk up the eastern shore. Hanging close to the sea this time, we encountered one of the makeshift “cabins” that the locals put up in order to have some shelter when they come out to camp on weekends and/or holidays. For me, the most relevant experience of that short hike was the scrounging of a red container from the junk-littered rocky shore. You have seen the wide, shallow plastic containers that bakeries use to deliver loaves of bread to grocery stores? Surely that will be useful somewhere on our boat. Surely I can find a spot to place it. So says I. Barb has her doubts, but for the time being it is kicking around on the deck until I find a spot, or until Barb some night under cover of darkness throws it overboard.

Next day, Barb & I, Lee (Allegro) and Bill & Coleen (Dolce Vita) walked to the spot on the west coast of Cocoa Point that is north of Cocoa Beach Resort and south of the decaying K-Club. Actually, I stopped well before that and parked myself and my tripod under a century plant, hoping that the Kestrals I had seen there on other occasions would return and pose for me. No joy, but the others had a grand time exploring the south shore east of Cocoa Point.

: Shelter near east shore

: Looking east along south shore

: Looking west along south shore

: Remains of a pier?

: Runway at private airport for Cocoa Point Resort

: Lee is such a “dude”

: Humming birds and bananaquits, but no Kestrals today

On April 8 Barb & I, Bill (Dolce Vita) and Jackie (Compass Rose) took a dinghy to shore about midway between Cocoa Point and Spanish Point. We walked west and then passed over a road that cut across the brackish pond just east of Cocoa Point. This put us at the extreme north end of Cocoa Point Resort, where we accessed the beach, stopping to speak with the guard, who affirmed what we already knew: the Resort is private and we could not walk in along the dirt road that provides access into the Resort, but we could walk along the beach. Barb and Bill wanted to see what they could of the Resort (from the beach) but Jackie and I elected to stay put and bird watch while they walked south. It is a long way down the beach to the resort, but I should have gone too. Turned out there was a film crew on the beach in front of the resort, and they were filming commercials for three different things: a Moth hydrofoil which is about the same size as a Hobie cat, kiteboards with and without hydrofoils, and Sunsail catamarans. Barb and Bill stayed out of the way of the cameras (except for the camera drone), but otherwise were right there at the action.

The beach to the north is called the Princess Diana Beach in honor of her time spent at the now closed (for nine years) K-Club along that section of the shore.

When they rejoined us, we walked along the bumpy road back toward our dinghy, passing by a blooming century plant upon which were perched birds. They flew away before I could get a picture, but I vowed to return another day.