One place that I remember quite distinctly is a place called Chocolate Hole on St. Chocolate Hole is a small cove located on the northern side of the island. I remember finding my way down to it for the first time from wear we where staying. When I first stepped foot on the soft sand it was beautiful The waves where crashing against a cliff on my left, a hill on my right seemed to reach all the way to the edge of the clouds with one large private Spanish style home perched precariously at the very top. The water was crystal clear with beautifully colored coral along the bottom. In the distance was the shell of a boat washed a shore in a recent hurricane. It seemed to almost invite you to swim out and climb aboard. Close to the shore sea urchins gently waved in the currents almost like a group of people swaying there hands reaching out to touch you. We spent the day there until the last sliver of the sun slid over the horizon and it was time for a night out on the town. .
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Chocolate Hole is a small cove on the northern side of the island of St. John. To my left there was a cliff with such sharp rocks that it seems almost half the beach is rendered useless, certainly to dangerous to swim at or by, to shallow to bring a boat in. on my right there is a hill so steep that it seems quite impossible to use little or any of the land. A top that same hill is a tacky Spanish style home which I"m sure will have blown away by next year. The water in this particular place is to shallow to bring a boat in, proving the point is a rusting shell of a boat located about 100 feet from the shore. Most would not even dare swim in the water because of the thousands of sea urchins peppering the bottom like loan mines reaching out for there next victim.