Tuesday February 24
We traveled overnight to Puerta Villamil, a small resort town on the south shore of Isabela and at the foot of the Sierra Negra volcano. The harbor was full of large sailings ships. A round-the-world sailing group is in Puerta Villamil as the last provisioning spot before they head west to the Marquesas and French Polynesia.
We rode in pickups to the park headquarters at the beginning of the caldera trail. It was nice to ride for the first 3000 feet of elevation change! Then we hiked for two miles and an additional 900 feet to the rim of the caldera, stopping to see a number of new bird species along the way. The Galapagos archipelago is famous for Darwin’s observations about the finches on different islands. It is believed that from a single original species that came from South America, over time the populations on the different islands evolved into 16 different ones: they differ by size, by coloring, by beak shape, by diet, by habitat and by island. Today we saw four new examples.
The caldera is huge: 5 miles across in one direction and 4 miles across in the other. The sides of the caldera rise 500 feet from the floor. These are “effusive” rather than explosive volcanos; you can see the different ages of lava at different points in the caldera floor. The most recent event was in 2022, but most of the floor dates to 2006. The volcano itself is thought to be 150,000 years old. Seismologists monitor the caldera floor, as it will start to rise from magma movement in advance of an eruption.
Thus afternoon’s activities were to go snorkeling at a public swimming lagoon near the town beach, or to walk along the shoreline from the lighthouse to the town. As with many of the previous days, a beautiful morning gave way to a misty or rainy afternoon. Kevin and a few other hardy souls went snorkeling in the rain, while the rest of us took the opportunity to nap or read or catch up on work (not all of our colleagues are retired). The boardwalk to access the lagoon was a tunnel cut through the mangroves. As has become typical of our snorkeling outings, a sea lion zoom around the snorkelers, coming straight at them then veering off at the last moment. By dinner time the foothills had reappeared but the volcano was still covered in dense clouds.
Tonight we transition to Santa Cruz, and tomorrow will be “all about tortoises” including an overnight in tents in the highlands. The blog may not get posted till Thursday.
Pictured: sea lions dominating the harbor pavilion, Brujo flycatcher (endemic version of a Vermilion Flycatcher), woodpecker finch, warbler finch, Kevin with a snorkeling companion (courtesy of Steve Gardiner)


































