I literally learned to dive at Shark's Cove. During the 60's, every summer, our entire clan used to rent the house up next to the Sullivan estate for a long weekend (it's still there but drastically enlarged, just to the right of the Sullivan's as you look at the mountain; and the story that Elvis bought the Sullivan house is an urban legend). Those were some of the best days of my life. We virtually had the whole cove to ourselves, even over the weekend. The quantity and quality of the life in and around the cove back then was vastly different -- superior to Haunama Bay, then and now; rivalling Molokini but without the depth. The tidepools were just bursting with life; literally living aquariums and we'd lay down on the rocks with mask and snorkel and just stick our heads in the pools and be entranced for hours. I always used to think, "Cousteau, eat your heart out". Denuded as the place now is, and having to look harder (Ooooo, but there's still harlequin shrimp!) and be satisfied with less, it's still a special place to me.