It was an “OH!MY!GOD!!” moment the first time I saw Shacks Beach, even in the dark. The white tops of the gentle night wave shimmered in the faint light of a waxing crescent moon. I stood on our little deck staring out at the ocean for minutes, unable to move, transfixed by how beautiful it was. This was just the first oh-my-god moment; there would be many more over the next 10 days.
Except for Rincon, which deservedly gets mentioned for it’s world-class surfing, the west coast of Puerto Rico frequently gets by-passed in the guidebooks and travel magazines. But it’s beautiful here with miles of mostly unspoiled, sometimes hard-to-get-to beaches.
We’re heading back to see what it’s like in high summer, part of our “research” to see if it’s feasible to move there. As I write this, most of the U.S. is in the grip of a serious, deadly heatwave with temperatures in the upper Midwest in the high 90s to over 100. The 85 degrees in and 16 mph breezes in western Puerto Rico are going to be a break.