Just try and stop me from seeing the Waved Albatross

He told me to go back. Twice.

“You can’t do this,” the naturalist had told me on his second attempt to dissuade me. “You have to keep up with the group.”

“No, I’m not going back.” I said firmly. “I’m going to see the Albatross.”

“But you can’t do this,” he said as he pointed to the boulders. We were at the beginning of the hike—a hike over 2 1/2 miles of big boulders, some of which wobbled like teeter totters and others that were sharp, awkward fragments like broken pieces of black pottery that slipped from a giant’s hands. Nazca Boobies elegantly perched in groups on these jagged boulders as they watched us humans strain to keep our balance. Most of Española island in the Galapagos is like this—a graveyard of broken boulders and stones where nearly the entire world’s population of Waved Albatross breeds.

Nazca Boobies on Espanola

I planted my walking sticks firmly into a crevice between two boulders and looked straight at the dissuading naturalist. “Yes, I can. I’m just slow. I have to see the Albatross.”

The naturalist turned back to the front of the group, clearly irritated with me.

I could see why he was irritated, but I came all the way to the Galapagos and didn’t want to miss the Waved Albatross. Not after a year of physical therapy to get my head back into the game. Three years ago I broke two bones straight through in my leg—just above my ankle—while hiking in Zion National Park in Utah. I slipped on a patch of ice on the trail and Steve and some strangers dragged me 800 meters before Search and Rescue came and wheeled me out. Surgery and months of physical therapy kept me from active birding for well over a year. And I thought I was okay last year when we went to Ecuador, but I wasn’t.  My fear of slipping again prevented me from doing much of what I planned for that trip.

My return to Ecuador this year was going to be different. I went back to physical therapy to learn how to manage difficult hikes with an ankle that now has limited mobility. For a year, my physical therapist designed obstacle courses on wobbly Bosu’s and rubber balls and narrow planks so I could be ready for this trip. I was not turning back.

So I continued to lag behind. Others in the group were lagging too, but probably grateful that it was me getting the pressure from the naturalist and not them. Steve stayed behind me to make sure that I didn’t disappear in the rear of the group. There was no path or trail. You just had to find the best boulders to step on. Adding to the challenge were iguanas that were camouflaged against the rocks. We didn’t practice with iguanas in physical therapy. I had to be careful not to puncture them with the point of my walking sticks or step on one. Not only would I probably break another leg, but doing so would be killing one of the mascots of the Galapagos.

land iguana Galapagos

The sun’s rays were pressing down on me so much my knees were sweating, and drops fell from my forehead underneath my bandana, maneuvering their way into my eyes, burning them with salt. Another thing I didn’t practice in physical therapy: no air conditioning.

The group was ahead of us and around the bend where I couldn’t see them. I chose each rock carefully. Sometimes I had to stop and think of where I was going to place my right foot, keeping in mind where my left foot was going to go. I wanted to prove the naturalist wrong. I could do this.

Hiking Espanola Galapagos

For a mile I plugged along, looking down at my feet as I navigated across the pathless boulders. There was no rhyme or reason to where you placed your foot. Everyone approached it differently and I tried to mimic the person in front of me if they were close enough, thinking that if they didn’t fall it was probably a good way to go.

I heard my name. “Lisa!” It was my grumpy naturalist. “Here’s your Albatross,” he said as if we had been looking for lost keys.

The Albatross were 30 meters beyond where we were and I wanted to effortlessly hop on my toes from one boulder to another to get to the Albatross.  Of course, bouncing from stone to stone would be a disastrous idea so I continued like the Galapagos tortoise as my anxiety about falling and injuring myself washed away. My excitement somehow gave me a little more confidence.

Waved Albatross

Our group stood around the rookery of 15 Albatross and whispered to each other as though we had just entered a temple. I thought about the conversation I had with  another naturalist on our trip, the previous day. I had mentioned to her that Steve and I live in different countries and see each other once a month.

“You are like the Albatross,” she told me with a grin.

Yes, we are a couple who are bound together forever and return to each other regularly after a period of separation. It was a connection I now had with both the Albatross and with the Galápagos Islands. Sofia confirmed it.

The Albotross only recently returned to the island and those who were not yet paired were seeking their life-long mate. The courtship included mimicry and I watched a pair mirror one another, extending their long necks, opening their beaks then closing them and then rapidly clicking them against each other like a sword fight and drawing their heads back with beaks gaped open again.

This courtship makes a forever decision, I thought, feeling a little intrusive as I witnessed this important moment in their lives.

We soon left the Albatross and resumed our hike, stopping by a cliff to watch Swallow-tailed Gulls soar and we all cheered every time water sprayed like a fire hose out of a blow hole. The breeze cooled us off, but the walk wasn’t finished. We still had a mile of boulders to get us back to where we started and I was still the slowest one in the group.

The Albatross was one of my target birds for this trip and I saw it!  I had to do this hike, not just to see this magnificent bird, but to prove to myself that I could overcome 2 1/2 miles of obstacles and witness the Waved Albatross.

Albatross Espanola Galapagos