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houseguests. Barry
and Allison arrived yesterday. Today, to paraphrase Thoreau, we traveled widely in Kipahulu. It was a picture perfect summer day in the dead of winter. First a quick dip at Alelele where the falls were running pretty strong and we saw kids climbing the slippery rocks below the spray. I used to lifeguard and still have the habit of watching intently should something go wrong. Luckily nothing did, but just minutes after they left a half dozen big enough rocks came tumbling down in the exact spot where they'd been. Remember, folks, waterfalls and palm trees are pretty but they tend to shed skull-crushing objects so watch out! Then we visited Lindbergh's grave at Palapala Hoʻomau Church, which isn't so much in itself but adjacent Kipahulu Point Park is a trim and tranquil gem where we sat at a picnic table in the shade of a tree and played a couple games of euchre capped by stunning come from behind go-it-alone four point trick for Barry. Last stop was a secret spot where a mountain stream meets the ocean in a brackish pond and the sunwarmed lava rock is good for basking. Like this young woman, I lolled about a bit then rolled off into cool deep water. Back home, Dave, Caleb, and Lopaka had come over to hunt feral pig but were content to scout the property for a start. It was an eerily calm evening, not a hint of breeze and the normally turbulent Alenuihaha channel was flat as a lake. Perfect conditions for lawn games and building a kiawe fire in the broken gas grill. Those boys brought a lot of meat. |
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