Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
Gusting winds, scattered showers, and small craft advisories…sounded like a good day to head to the North Shore! We got a surprise parking space at Banzai Beach in Pupukea, where reefs offshore produce the famous Pipeline. That reef is also responsible for the nickname “world’s deadliest wave,” since monstrous waves thundering onto sharp reef…you know…kill…
Have you ever seen a treasure map? “If you’re reading this, then you’ve found the Secret Book of Treasure Maps. The treasure lies hidden on the Disappearing Isle, and can only be found just before low tide. ‘The island is the back of a great sea turtle,’ said one sailor. ‘The treasure is buried on…
Mature sunflowers always face east. Or maybe the blooms at Waimanalo Country Farms just like to watch the sunrise over Rabbit Island offshore—and who can blame them? An old VW bus sits like Ferdinand smelling the flowers, listening to the bees, between the mountains and the sea. A storm rolled in, blessing us briefly with…
Part of me was resigned to never seeing any of our stuff ever again after we left Norfolk. Tractor-trailers get in accidents, storage facilities get separated, moldy, or who knows—infested with vermin? Containers fall off ships. Stuff gets misplaced. So I was pretty surprised when our stuff arrived in unexpectedly good condition. A few things…
And by diamonds I mean Diamond Head, of course, named for the way the rocks glitter in the sun. This is my kind of sparkle. Have I mentioned how much I love paddleboarding…? Chris was supposed to get underway last week but got delayed—wahoo! Three day weekend! In honor of Discoverer’s Day we explored the…
“The trade winds should be coming this weekend.” It seemed like everyone was buzzing with the news Friday before last. But what does that even mean exactly? Shrug. For the three weeks prior I’d had my AC on nonstop. In Florida and Texas, we ALWAYS had the AC on, so I was surprised it hadn’t…
I dragged the kids to a cultural activity! Of course! What are moms for, right? I had plans to visit some other Obon festivals to celebrate summer Japanese style and relive some fond memories of dancing the night away with friends while wearing yukatas and sandals with socks. It’s cultural, I swear. But here it was,…
