We arrived at our second stop today- Necker Island, aka Mokumanamana. Like Nihoa, this one is a big rock jutting up out of the sea. It's really not very big (46 acres), nor particularly high (276 ft), but it's all relief - I think the largest flat spot on the island is slightly smaller than a size 10.5 Converse All-Star high top.
I had the privelege to go ashore today along with
Good enough for the ABA,
but no match for Necker.
I carried on picking my way across the island, down and up the ridge line, being careful not to trod on the thousands of seabird nests, chickies and eggs that carpet the route. No one is happy to see me. Booby parents and even their large gawky fuzz-headed chicks protest (the masked booby call, I'm certain, was the inspiration for the sounds made by the martians in the classic film, Mars Attacks - best movie of the 90's, by the way). I'm aware of an ominous shadow approaching, hovering, and then WHAP!, a great frigate bird (think evil incarnate with a 7 ft wingspan) urges me to move along with a gentle tap on the head from her long beak shaped like some medieval flesh-gouging weapon. I comply.
Finally, I drop back down to an intertidal shelf where 5 monk seals are relaxing. Seems to be a boys hangout, as all 4 of the 5 I could check were male. One was a 4-yr-old, an adolescent that was tagged as a pup at French Frigate Shoals, 85 miles to the west.
Reluctantly, I must leave the relative peace of this rocky shelf and suffer the indignation of several hundred more irate birds as I make my way back to the west end of the island. On the way I meet the intrepid Kehau on the last peak and she gamely follows me as I down-climb the final sketchy bit, oblivious to the fact that I am renowned among family and friends as a spectacularly poor route finder with questionable judgment. Nevertheless, without incident we arrive back at the
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