Someone had tossed this old horse conch up above the pile. I put my net down for scale. I’ve taken one of these home before; labored over it, slaved over it to remove all the barnacles, and it ended up that the barnacles were what was holding it together! Needless to say, I passed.
As we were walking back to the access path to go have breakfast, we encountered this poor soul without a home. Bonnie said maybe it was a lightening whelk; this is not a good enough picture to display what we saw when turning it over, but it did look like it had once been in a shell. I hate to think that some tourist ripped it out of it’s shell… but how else would it have become detached?