When we rounded the corner and saw the gobs of people on the beach, we thought we had found Disneystarfishland. A stretch of sand not more than three hundred meters long was crawling with humans that were drinking, eating, kayaking, water-biking, splashing in the surf and walking in the shallows looking at starfish, sometimes picking them up for a photo, which is a no-no, as noted by the signs on the beach.
I quickly put on my snorkel and mask and escaped to the world below water. I got word to go away from the beach, up and around two corners, to find lots of starfish to trip out on and nearly no other humans. I went.