Five minutes from the bungalows, beneath an old bridge on the Intracoastal, sits one of the most celebrated shore-dive sites on earth. That’s not local enthusiasm — divers travel internationally to do exactly what you can do on a Tuesday morning before lunch.
The water is shallow, waist-deep in places at low tide, but the seafloor is extraordinary. Seahorses, frogfish, octopus, juvenile batfish and nudibranchs in colours that shouldn’t exist. Visibility is usually excellent, the current is predictable when you time it right, and there’s no boat involved. You wade in.
Plan your visit around high slack tide — an hour either side gives you the best conditions. Several dive shops on the island offer guided trips and gear rental if you’re travelling light. Snorkellers do just as well in that same window; a mask and fins are all you need.
Phil Foster Park — where the bridge access sits — has picnic tables, clean facilities and free parking. Bring lunch and make a proper morning of it.
