On Saturday, I finally saw the west side (and the southern tip) of Magical Crystal Island. It was, of course, magical.
Bert, Autumn and I squeezed (oh, there was necessary squeezing) onto an ATV and took the steep, cratered, rocky road to the end of the island.
The first breathtaking viewpoint looks a lot like California:
Or Lost Island...
We continued down to the very end of the island (a spine-compacting ride) and I got to see the little island that lives off the end of the big one.
Then we stopped to bask in the hot, shallow water of this southern beach.
The entire trip was well worth the sore bum the next day.