I discovered a piece of dried, white coral firmly adhered to a rock. Holding it in the palm of my hand, I felt privy to the secrets of a complex and intricate relationship forged beneath the sea.

A fresh water creek snaked its way to mother ocean: sweet and salty blending perfectly to create the cocktail for all of life.

After a moment, I realized staying was impossible. At this point I surged into survival mode.

Woodward Valley Trail was a billow of green, delicate grass filling the gaps and inviting a hundred-year slumber. Life's secrets surely reside in this magical place.

These little lakes are scattered like jewels along jaw-dropping coastline with nature's inimitable aesthetic of casual perfection.

The smell of decay hinted of strange life forms at home in these dense, dark waters.

I resisted gentle waves and soft sand and stayed on the trail.