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Hark the Sound

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The first college football games of the year are here!  I remember being an extremely out-of-place freshman at Carolina all those years ago.  I know, for me it’s only been 18 years (!?) and for others of you it has been longer in some cases.  It doesn’t matter if it was 8 years ago or 38 years ago, I bet all of us remember that first Saturday of football season at our alma mater.

My time at Carolina can’t be understood without recognizing the importance of being a Marching Tar Heel.  When I was young, I wanted to go to Carolina.  I didn’t know why, other than they were good at sports, it seemed, and my older cousin Mike (who could do no wrong) attended there in my formative years.  True, I was brought up in a UNC house, but there was more to it than that.  Carolina was the only place where I applied and by some miracle I was accepted.  I knew that at such a large university, I’d need to find my niche, and since I was a “drummer” in high school, the marching band seemed like the only sensible choice.

A month before band camp officially commenced in August, the drum line had our try-outs in Hill 107.  If you were in the band, you will remember the wonderful acoustics in there!  If you weren’t-stick your head in a metal trashcan and have someone bang it with a stick.  Did you do it???  Now you understand the acoustics.  Through some sheer stroke of luck I managed to secure a spot marching the smallest bass drum.  I told myself it was because it was a technical position, when in actuality, I was too small for the other 5.

Finally, the time arrived for band camp.  I know, I know, “this one time, at band camp…”  Believe me, I’ve heard it before.  I don’t remember much about that first band camp except for a few nuggets.  For one, it’s really hot here in August and the Rainbow Soccer Fields didn’t provide much relief-except for the occasional “breeze break”.  I remember my first time in Kenan, they even let us have a practice in there then!  Some guy named Mack promised a good season…But for me and for generations of Marching Tar Heels, we all remember that first night at camp.  Milling about outside, wondering where all of the upper classmen had gone, then being paraded into Hill 107.  What is that cacophony of sounds.  It doesn’t sound like anything, until…da/digadiga/da, getting faster now, yes!!!!  Here Comes Carolina!!!  I never, ever, grew tired of playing our school songs.  Still today, I play along at home.  Band nerd?  Maybe.  Proud Alum?  Absolutely.

Finally, it was game day, or game night as it was.  We played Syracuse, who was starting some guy named McNabb.  Sometimes I wonder how things turned out for him.  I don’t remember if we won, what our show was, or much else really about that night.  What I do remember is the feeling of accomplishment and pride I felt being in that rugby shirt (remember drum line?) and representing my university.  Through all kinds of ups and downs throughout college, playing those songs kept me sane and have connected me to a group that is so much bigger than I and for that I am proud.

Will the Tar Heels pull out a win tonight against the other Carolina?  I don’t know but I do care.  I want to see them do well.  But, win or lose I’ll be standing at the end of the game singing Hark the Sound.  I am a Tar Heel born and bred and I am honored to have attended UNC.  Football games now are not the life and death matter they used to be.  Being an adult has that effect on you!  But, this weekend, whatever school you root for, enjoy yourself and try to remember that much younger version of you in those stands screaming as if your life depends on it.  All too soon, you look back and wonder where the time has gone.  Go Heels!

Finding my way

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I haven’t been roaming too much lately.  School has started back here, so we are trying to get into a routine and so far things are going well.  The boss and I thought it might be fun to take Lucy and Ethel out to dinner after their first day of school on Monday to celebrate the start of a successful school year.  Well, that and we had to do a kid-switch since Ethel has soccer practice and Lucy didn’t want to go.  Going out to dinner is definitely more complicated since I was diagnosed with Celiac.  Often I get asked; “What is the hardest part about having Celiac?”  Going out to dinner is absolutely one of those things.

It used to be that if we wanted to go to dinner, we’d simply load up and head somewhere.  You want Chinese food? OK!  Mexican food this time?  Alright!!  Italian?  Why not!  Now however, we can’t be quite as cavalier in our choices.  Fortunately, living in Raleigh affords us lots of options, and our part of town is solid for choices.  For dinner, this time, we opted to go to Milton’s Pizza and Pasta.   Milton’s does a nice job of providing more than just gluten-free pizza.  They actually have appetizers and pasta dishes.  On this night, I went with the penne pasta with marinara and sauteed mushrooms.  Ethel had the gluten-free pizza (so I could have a slice) and the boss and Lucy opted for the salad bar.   On the whole the dinner was solid and reasonably priced.  There is a certain comfort knowing that the restaurant is attentive to this issue and in my experience hasn’t left me feeling uneasy.

There is a bit of sad news, however.  When I first received my diagnosis, I was concerned that at some point I would start to forget what items that contained gluten tasted like.  I believe that it is happening.  I took a bite of my pasta and immediately had the boss try it to make sure I was ok.  She informed me that the pasta was definitely gluten-free.  Unfortunately, I may be losing that piece of my past.  That too, is another issue that I had.  It was difficult to switch, almost overnight, close to 40 years of eating what I wanted.    My advice for those who have recently received a diagnosis of Celiac or are concerned about it is to go shopping.

Go to your local grocery store and buy whatever gluten-free foods sound good to you.  While you’re at the store, have a trusted person (spouse or otherwise) stay at home and purge your fridge and pantry of all foods containing gluten.  It was like ripping off a bandage, getting rid of all of that food at once.  But, after I went shopping and felt I had food to eat at home, it suddenly became a more manageable thing to take on.  As far as what I like, I may mention some of those products down the road.  I am considering creating a “Resources” page that contains links to foods that I find tasty and tummy friendly.

That’s it for now- We’ll be closing down the pool once again and saying our good-byes to a great summer.  I hope everyone has a great Labor Day Weekend.  Don’t forget to bookmark the blog and tell a friend!

Adios, Old Friend

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Once I had a friend who lived a few towns over from my town.  We didn’t get to see each other all that often, but when we did it was like no time had passed.  Sadly, we lost touch and the last time I tried to swing by for a visit, I discovered that they had moved.  As I drove home feeling forlorn I saw a wonderous site!  My friend had moved to my town, within two miles of my house.  I couldn’t wait to go visit.  I gave them some time to unpack and get settled and then I went by.  Unfortunately, things weren’t the same.  Maybe it is because they just got there I thought.  So I gave them some more time, and tried again with the same results.  Finally, I gave them one final shot to be my “old friend”.  They were distant, uncaring, and not the person I knew.  The time had come to move on.

My old friend is a place that holds special memories for me in Chapel Hill.  The Flying Burrito was awesome.  I remember when my cousin, Mike, used to take me there as a kid.  When I went to Carolina, it became a go-to place.  Solid food, cool atmosphere, and it was cheap.  I would go back for dinner with the boss and the girls as we could and I enjoyed introducing my old haunts to the kids.  Last year, after a women’s basketball game we tried to go by for dinner only to discover that they had closed and were moving to Raleigh.

It is with a heavy heart that I report the place just ain’t the same after the move.  I went by last Friday to give them a third and final shot to be my old friend.  I was flying solo, so I sat at the bar.  It took over 10 minutes to get a drink.  I believe that I shouldn’t have to flag down a bartender in a place with only 8 of 16 barstools occupied.  They have no gluten-free beer, so I went with the house margarita.  Eh.  Too sweet and mostly devoid of tequila.  For my food, I ordered the flying chicken without the tortilla.  My dinner was also uninspired and bland.  There was little by way of seasoning or effort on the part of the kitchen.  From the waitstaff to the food, The Flying Burrito has become a shell of the restaurant I used to love in Chapel Hill.  It almost feels like they don’t care anymore.  Like with old friends, when one person tries and the other doesn’t, you almost wish they had just faded away leaving you with fond memories.  Good bye friend, we’ll always have the Hill.

 

 

Hawaii Reflections

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It was only last week, but it seems as if it has been longer.  I have been completely taken by an island I spent only a week visiting.  I have visited many places in our country and around the world, but I can say, without a doubt, that the island of Kauai is tops on any list.  I am particularly in love with the north shore of that island from Kapa’a to the end of the Kuhio Highway at Ke’e Beach.  I’d like to visit the Big Island and Maui, for sure, but If I could only go back to Kauai I would be fine with that.  Each day brought new experiences and each of those brought new views, new emotions, new smells, and new friends.

Go to one of our beaches here in North Carolina.  They are wonderful but have you noticed that salty air that seems to hang around?  For us, that is a sure sign that you have arrived on the coast of Carolina.  On Kauai, replace that salty air with the scent of Plumeria and Hibiscus.  Replace the squawk of a sea gull with the crow of an early morning rooster.  Replace Calabash style shrimp and fries with garlic and butter shrimp served with rice.  Replace Redix with ABC Stores and you can start to get a small taste of the subtle differences.  We had some definite home runs and a few misses as we traveled around Oahu and Kauai.

I’m going to lead off, much like I did in Little League, with my misses.  Topping the list is Honolulu.  It is important to go, to see Kalakaua Avenue, to see Waikiki Beach, and pay homage to Duke.  Having done this once, I’ll not be doing it again.  Traffic in Honolulu makes everything more difficult than it needs to be.  If you go, be prepared for traffic and no driving with “aloha”.  When you go to Kauai, book your Na Pali Coast boat tour early.  I didn’t do this and I missed out on my can’t miss on Kauai.  There are myriad options for boat rides leaving from both the south shore and from Hanalei.  Pick one and go, and don’t forget to show me the pictures.  I only had one more miss and that is with airport food in Honolulu.  There are no gluten-free options that I could find.  I went to Lahaina Chicken and ordered as best as I could.  It did not work out.

For the three things that were not so great, the home runs were coming at such a clip you’d thing the island was on human growth hormone.  First on Oahu, the USS Arizona and Pearl Harbor were moving and worth the time.  Knowing what I know now, I’d have spent another hour or so there.  If you have one day on Oahu, this is an absolute must-see.  Kauai.  Where to begin?  Waimea Canyon is a great first day activity.  You see the whole of the island, the differences in landscape, and you get a feel for the different towns.  Also, you can stop for shave ice!  Surfing lessons are a must in Hanalei in summer.  Hawaiian Surfing Adventures certainly did right by us.  The Kalalau Trail was tough but worth every step.  Go early, takes lots of water, and have a picnic on the beach before going back.  I could go on an on.  Lucy and Ethel still rave about the surfing and the boss enjoyed that and the luau.  I loved it all.

Now that you’ve followed our adventures and have most assuredly booked your flights, you’re thinking:  “I am ready to go, but are there any last tips?”  Why yes, yes there are.  Take fewer clothes than you think.  I didn’t wear three of the shirts that I took.  And unless you are a competitive runner, you’ll get all the exercise you want hiking, surfing, and snorkeling.  Leave the tennis shoes at home and save that extra room for a bag of coffee for me.  Take way more cash than you think.  Many of the food trucks and smaller stores only accept cash.  This was a novel throwback to a simpler time but be prepared.  Also food is going to cost you way more than you think.  Go shop at Foodland, get the maika’i card to save some coin (I saved almost 300 dollars using the card), and eat breakfast and dinner in your condo.  The island falls asleep really early so if you go all day and return around 7, you won’t miss much.  Buy those souvenirs.  Who knows when you’ll be back so get the cheesy hula girl for your dash, get that t-shirt, and get that bottle of rum.  The best places for decent prices I found were at the ABC Store and at the K-Mart in Lihue.

Thanks for reading and don’t forget to bookmark the site.  Just because I’m home doesn’t mean I can’t keep roaming!

Those of us who have been fortunate enough to go to Hawaii and specifically Kauai, know what a wonderful, special place it is.  I hope that all of you get the chance to go and if you’d like a tour guide or just some help in planning, let me know.  I know that I will go back to the Garden Isle and I can’t wait.

Aloha and Farewell Kauai

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It is hard to write this.  Mostly because I have one hand firmly grasped to the lanai and typing with one hand is hard.  I guess we have to leave.  Heading back to the east coast is not going to be much fun.  Right now, it is 9am here in Kauai, 3 back home.  In a mere 24 hours, we’ll be home.  I am positive that I’ll have some grand reflections about this trip and this island in the coming days, but right now my overwhelming sense is one of awe and appreciation.  I am thankful to have had the chance to come to this magnificent place.  If you are planning a trip this way, Kauai is a must visit.  I’ve been here a week and I feel as if I have only scratched the surface.

I woke up one last time to roosters letting us know the new day was here.  Soon the boss was up and we were able to sneak out before 7 to Ke’e Beach for one last snorkel adventure.  We drove through Hanalei to the end of the road at the trail head for the Kalalau Trail.  We walked a short distance on the beach and had the Na Pali Coast as our backdrop.  The snorkeling wasn’t great, the water was very shallow.  Still, it was a great way to pass one final hour on the garden isle.  We begrudgingly left and had to go back to Bali Hai.  On the way we stopped off at a bakery for the family and I had a good cup of coffee.

Now, the contents of our room sits by the front door waiting to go the car.  I suppose it is time.  All things must pass and I can accept that but, man, this is hard.  I am giving you a few final images from our last hours on Kauai.  Aloha Kauai and mahalo for everything!

One last day

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I have always thought that coming to the end of any experience is bittersweet.  On one hand, you’re looking forward to getting home and settled into your routine, but one the other, vacation rocks.  There is a definite reason why we save up all year and pay to have these experiences.  I will not die rich, I won’t leave my kids with millions of dollars, but I will leave them with the memories of times spent together in some of the most amazing places on the planet.  Teaching my children to be citizens of the world and part of the greater fabric of humanity is my most important job as a parent-even if staying in the US.  Although Hawaii is one of the 50, it is still a place completely unique of all of the other places I’ve been in this country. Really though, I’m getting a little ahead of myself.

Today dawned bright and sunny with a bit of rain.  If you’ve never been to this island that last statement will make no sense, if you’ve been here at all-you get it.  Having been up late last night at the luau, the entire family took advantage of the chance to sleep in a bit.  While I appreciate the rest, I really wanted to go to Ke’e Beach to snorkel, but by the time we got there, there was no parking to be had.  We gave a salute to the unapproachable beach and went back towards Hanalei.  There was a beach there with a river flowing into it that looked to be promising.  After unloading the car and walking a solid 200 yards, we reached the water.  Lucy and Ethel played in the river with their grandfather while I decided to give the ocean a shot.  Two minutes and a mighty struggle later, I yielded to the mighty Pacific and let her have it.  I was exhausted after that little time and since the girls were ready to move on, we went back towards Hanalei Bay.

The Bay was exactly what was needed.  While the girls played and the boss and her dad sat, I headed into town.  I had promised Lucy that I would buy her an “I Survived the Kalalau Trail” shirt.  After looking all around downtown Hanalei (all of 10 minutes) I found the shirt for her and her sister.  I headed to the Big Save and bought some food for the crowd and went back to meet all at the beach.  Once we were all sufficiently recharged, I hopped in the Bay to play with my kids.  If you have children, you absolutely cannot beat Hanalei Bay in the summer for fun.  The waves were big enough for tricks and fun, but not so big that I feared for their safety.  Before long, a few hours had passed and I had a promise to keep.

The very first day we were here I promised Lucy that she could jump off of the pier at Hanalei.  This was our chance.  Lucy, Ethel, and myself walked the entire length of the bay to the pier enjoying the view and our company.  It tool a pretty good while, but we made it.  When we got there, Lucy was the first to jump off the pier followed soon by Ethel.  Clearly, I had to make the jump and I did.  A small tip…If you decide to jump and climb up the ladder, be careful.  The ladder is crazy slippery and it is really easy to lose your grip.  And so, our final day in Hanalei came to an end.  Wait, is it true?  Did the boss really pick up a property flier for a house?  I may be rubbing off on her…

We came back to Bali Hai, showered, and rested a bit.   Eventually, we headed into Kapa’a for dinner.  The Eastside restaurant , came highly recommended and it was great.  The server was on board with the whole gluten thing, and my Mahi was fantastic.  If you are in Kapa’a and need a good gluten-free option, I can tell you that for me, all is well.  After dinner, we knocked around Kapa’a for a bit and I bought the obligatory gifts folks.  The standard macadamia nuts, Hawaiian rum, stickers, etc.

When you come to the end of the day, you wonder where it went.  No day had encapsulated this more than today.  For what was meant to be a beach day with some town time built in, the day absolutely flew by.  I had fun hanging with my kids in the ocean and walking with them.  By the time we got to the pier; the moment, the feeling, and the view was gone.  Hopefully, Lucy and Ethel will appreciate where they were at that moment with their dad.  If it all ended tomorrow, I know that I my final thoughts would be of my children on Kauai.  Wait though, didn’t the boss grab me a listing for my dream property???

Luau!!!

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I have to be honest with something right off the bat about this island in the spirit of full disclosure.  I feel that it has positively sucked me in and is not willing to let me go.  The best way I can explain this is my concept of time.  Go ahead, ask me what time it is.  I don’t know.  I haven’t worn a watch since I got here and for those of you who know me well, you understand just how exceptional this is.  We’ve gone where we wanted, ate when we wanted, and pretty much did everything else with little regard for standard measures of time.  I think this is a small part of “living aloha”.  I have been perfectly content to just let things happen.  If you come here, abandon all plans for meals, activities, etc., and just see where the day takes you-except for the Na Pali Coast tour, book that early…

When we got back to the groms last night (Lucy and Ethel), I inquired as to their interest in renting a couple of boards and going back out again.  They were on board (ugh, bad pun, but had too).  We visited our friends at Hawaiian Surfing Adventures again, rented three boards, two rash guards, and bought three t-shirts.  With the discount we got for being returning students, the total was less than eighty bucks.  Once we arrived at the same beach where our lessons were on Monday, Waioli Beach Park, we ran into our friend Chas of surfing lesson fame.  It’s one of the cool things about this end of the island, after only a few days you start seeing familiar faces.  We talked with him for a bit and then I took the girls out.  They had clearly learned their lessons well on Monday for they were up and surfing all morning.  We surfed, we played in the water, we munched.  The boss sat on the beach and read (it was her birthday, so free pass).  All in all it was a great morning.  Too soon, it was over and we had to grab some lunch.  The girls all ate at L and L BBQ.  This restaurant came highly suggested by Chas, but since it was most assuredly not gluten free, I went back to Chicken in a Barrel, which was every bit as tasty as earlier this week.

We got back to Bali Hai, showered, and rested before leaving around 3 to take our jeep back to Lihue.  Another wonderful thing about this island is even driving to return a rental car is spectacular.  The views heading from the north shore towards Lihue were amazing.  Business handled, we made a quick detour to check out a waterfall from the road and then we arrived at the Smith’s Family Garden Luau.  I am fully aware that a luau is about the single most touristy thing one can do in Hawaii, but I also think you almost have to do at least one in your life.  Since my parents were going to be on the island on the 8th, they joined us for the party.  My mom even made the boss a lei on her cruise (nice touch, ma).  At Smith’s, they first take you on a tram ride around their gardens.  Lots of flora to be see and even some fauna.  The coolest sight was a peacock on full display giving us his best shimmy.  After the imu ceremony, we headed in to the pavilion to eat.  I had sent the management an email earlier mentioning my celiac and to see what my options were and they were many.  I had my full run of the salads, the pork, and the fruit.  When I got back to my seat, there was a plate of white rice, chicken, and fish waiting.  I ate way too much, but then so did everyone.  Also, there was an open bar.  The mai tais were weak and my favorite drink was the rum with guava.  I spoke with the manager, thanked him for his help and he explained that over the last few years they’ve gotten used to this.  I did notice that out of about 800 folks, I was the only one served a special meal.  Wonder what that makes me????

After dinner, we walked the short distance to the theater for the show.  In a real simple description, it was an homage to all those nations and cultures that have made Hawaii what it is.  My favorite was the Tahitian dancers (think hip shaking, now think faster).  The girls agreed that they liked the fire dancer the best and the boss scared me when she said she was going to go home and practice the flaming ball routine.  I fear for her safety and mine.  The show lasts about an hour and is crazy kitschy.  Like I said above, I still think it is something everyone should do-once.  Having done it, I don’t know that I’d go back unless I was with first timers.  Aside from the dancing, I did enjoy the percussion playing and I found the rhythms to not be that dissimilar from things we did in college.  My biggest let down of the entire night was the finale.  I was expecting this, thanks Elvis, but I got something less than that.  I was always taught that a finale should leave the crowd wanting more.  All I wanted to was find a bathroom.  Still, of all of the options for a luau, I feel that the Smith Family gives you a good time at a reasonable price, so go for it, and enjoy.

That’s it for Thursday on Kauai.  It went by way, way too fast.  I

Free Day!

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After spending lots of time with the entire family, I knew that I needed some time away.  When planning the trip, I figured that mid-week would be the perfect time for the boss and I to slip off for the day.  A few months ago, I rented a Jeep Wrangler from Discount Hawaii Car Rental.  At the end of the day, the best deal was to be had through Thrifty.  I would recommend using this company.  They were easy to work with and the price wasn’t bad.  I also realize that renting a Jeep isn’t the most cost effective or fuel efficient car to use, but since I drive a sensible SUV at home, it was kinda fun driving around Kauai with the top off and the radio blasting.

We picked the car up at the airport in Lihue shortly after 8 and then headed out from there.  The plan all along was to have no plan.  I really believe that when you are on this island, you have to allow time to just pass with no real plans.  We drove to Koloa with no real destination in mind and happened upon Koloa Mill Ice Cream and Coffee.  What a great find.  The coffee was half off until 9 and we just scraped in under the time limit.  2 great coffees, an apple pastry, and macadamia nuts for 8 bucks.  On Kauai, that is just like stealing.  Once we had walked around Koloa for a bit, we headed towards Poipu.  At one of the shopping centers along the way, we found Savage Shrimp.  This place is a must do.  The shrimp we ordered came with 2 scoops of rice and ours was cooked in coconut milk, cilantro, tomatoes, and a few other things.  They were very proficient in gluten issues and the guy taking our order even offered up some sightseeing tips for us.  In addition, the owner tried to buy the very shirt off of my back.  Apparently, this used to be a shrimp truck, but now she has taken up residence in the shopping village.  Go here and do what we did.  Buy your shrimp and head 5 minutes down the road to Price Kuhio Beach.  There is not a large beach here, but it’s just large enough to eat some shrimp and then go snorkeling.  After a bit here, we headed to the Spouting Horn.  Much like the Queen’s Bath, this is a neat thing to do if you’re in the area.  I would, in no way, make a special trip for it.

By this time, we had decided to turn back towards the east and north.  Our last stop on the very sunny and hot south shore of Kauai was Poipu Beach.  The snorkeling here was quite good and you didn’t have to go very far out to see some cool sights.  Still, for my money, the south shore feels a lot like many other beaches I’ve been to in my life.  It was hot, crowded, and after an hour or two, I had had my fill.  The great news is that just across the street from the beach is Brennecke’s Beachfront Restaurant.  We were seated right away and even though there was no dedicated gluten-free menu, the boss and I were able to put the breaks on the hunger pangs with a fish ceviche and an order of seared ahi.  I can’t guarantee that everyone would be ok, but I can say that the server was knowledgeable and very accommodating.  After several hours on the beach on the very hot south shore, 2 light fish plates and a couple of Mai Tais were perfect.

Our day without Lucy and Ethel was quickly coming to a close and there was still much to do!  We were fully pointed north by now, heading towards Kapa’a.  This is such a cool little town, we couldn’t just pass through without stopping to browse some of the shops.  We picked up a few souvenirs.  Even though I don’t generally buy kitschy stuff, for some reason I haven’t been able to stop myself on this trip.  Our big purchases in Kapa’a consisted of a Honu necklace for the boss and a t-shirt for me.  We still weren’t done.  On the way to our final stop we pulled in to Duane’s Ono Charburger in Anahola.  They don’t have a website or I’d link to it, nor do they have a gluten-free menu.  I found that ordering the burger without the bun and telling the server that there is an allergy involved, no issues were had.  I got the burger to go so we could make our final stop at Secret Beach.

Getting to Secret Beach involved a bit of a walk, though nothing like our previous “walks”.  On the bright side, it was all down hill to get there.  Once there, we were two of only about 20 folks on an expanse of beach at least a mile long.  We ate the burger, had some wine, and spent some time in the water.  About the water-don’t go in unless you are extremely confident in your ability to get back to shore.  When all is said and done about the beach, the thing that will stick with me the longest is the seclusion and the views, Kilauea Lighthouse to the east, setting sun to the west, and nothing but ocean in front.  The hike out wasn’t all that difficult to be almost vertical.  The boss was starting to get hungry so we went to the Princeville Shopping Center to find her something to eat.  I’m not sure of the name, but there is a gas station in the parking lot that makes fresh pizzas.  I can’t speak to their tastiness, even though we noticed after we ordered they have gluten-free crust, but the boss says that the pizza was ok.  It was inexpensive and that, in itself, is worth it.  While we waited for the pizza we went to Lappert’s for ice cream.  My passion fruit sorbet was fantastic.

And so, we made it back to Bali Hai.  Our kiddos arrived shortly after.  It sounds as if they had a great day on their own.  Apparently, Lucy even saw a sea turtle.  All in all it was a great day.  The break was much needed and now we are all recharged to finish out the vacation strong.  If you are planning to come to Kauai, I can offer this advice.  Take off your watch, talk to folks, and just see what happens.  Following these tips, the boss and I had a good day.  Now, who knows what fun tomorrow brings?

Adventure Day

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Whew.  Just flat out, whew.  One of things that I thought might be fun was to do the short 4 mile hike on the Kalalau Trail.  When doing all the research I do before I go somewhere I ran across some sites saying that this is fun activity and shouldn’t be all that difficult.  So, why not?  At the end of the 2 miles there is a beach that was supposed to be really pretty and is only accessible by foot or boat.  Everyone said to start early and plan on 4 hours or so.  Load up Lucy and Ethel here we go!  Being the intrepid traveler and Eagle Scout that I am, I knew that I would need to bring copious amounts of water and some snacks to refuel once we reached the beach and had to turn around to head out.  Most sites say to wear athletic shoes or hiking boots.  Many locals say that you can do it in flip flops, or slippahs, as they say.  I opted for the slippahs while the rest of the hearty crew went with tennis shoes.

Off we go.  Up.  Then up.  Then up again.  That can’t be, it’s flat!  No, wait.  Yep.  We’re going up again.  I thought, very mistakenly that the first mile would be up and then we’d descend to the beach.  Nope.  It felt like we went up almost the whole way.  You know the old saying that I used to have to go to school uphill, both ways?  That is this trail.  It never felt like we were going down.  I know that we did.  We started at sea level and ended there, but wow.  I’ll be completely honest, it was not an easy hike and the slippahs did work out fine for me, but that might just be me.  They were useful as I stood in streams to help Lucy and Ethel across and I always felt like I had control.  The boss was pleased with her choice in footwear.  The beach that awaited at the end was spectacular.  All of the guides say not to enter the water and with 87 confirmed drownings and 15 unrecovered bodies I wasn’t going to chance it.  Hanakapi’ai Beach is amazing and, to be as brutal as the trail was to us, it was worth it.  Of the 5 of us, 4 either slipped in the mud or fell in the water with Ethel getting the muddiest and Lucy getting the prize for most painful fall when she tried to split a boulder with her head.  Even with all the slips, I still say; go if you have the chance, but go early, take lots of water, a snack, and enjoy the fact that every single second will provide you with views that are unparalleled, or as Lucy said “This can’t be real”.

Once we survived the Kalalau Trail we drove through Hanalei, stopped for shave ice, and then went back to Bali Hai for lunch.  The family seemed to be moving a bit on the slow side so it seemed that resting a bit might be a good call.  Even though my movements on the trail were likened to a mountain goat, I must admit that the rest was nice.  Leftover tuna and brown rice on the lanai was a great way to pass some time.  While waiting for everyone to recharge their batteries I decided to go online and try to reserve our Na Pali boat ride for Friday.  I was told that this was something that could be booked once we got to Kauai.  Don’t wait.  Every company I called was sold out.  This seriously bummed me out because this was the one excursion I was willing to pay through the nose to do and now I won’t.  If seeing the coast is important to you, book early.  If they have to cancel because of the sea conditions, at least you did all you could do.

Everyone was finally rested at some point so we made the trek to Queen’s Bath.  We had been told that it was an easy  20 minute walk to the Bath and then we’d be there.  Right.  This “path” was every bit as challenging as the Kalalau Trail was.  Once we went down from the parking area, I’d guess 150 feet, we arrived at what could best be described as a moonscape.  Here you can fully appreciate Kauai’s history as a volcanic island.  We traversed 200 hundred yards or so on the lava rock.  As we were walking I thought I saw some crazy fool snorkeling in water that was in no way suitable for people.  As I got closer I realized that I had seen my first Honu, or Green Sea Turtle.  They were huge and so graceful.  They made the ocean look positively calm.  Lucy, Ethel, and I kept walking and reached the Bath.  Our arrival there was met not with great fanfare, but with a great big raspberry.  They say that in the winter the waves crash over the rocks and create a great picture.  On this day there were no waves to speak of and we were able to get in the water.  After walking 45 minutes (one way) jumping into water that clocked in at 88 degrees wasn’t all that great.  Am I glad I saw it?  I suppose.  Would I go back?  Nope, not at all.  If you are in the area and want to take a look, go for it.  When you get back you can tell me all about it.

That was the day.  We walked what felt like 100 miles, but was probably closer to 6.  It is important to remember that all of those miles were uphill.  The girls were thrilled to come home to spaghetti and salad on the lanai with Liliko’i Sorbet for dessert.  I would absolutely do the Kalalau Trail again and the next time I’ll go the little bit further to get to the waterfall.  To this point Kauai has more than exceeded my expectations.  Tomorrow, I have a jeep rental for a couple of days.  Maybe I can convince the boss to ride around and check out some properties in the area…

Surf’s Up!!!!

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As a new surfer (a kook if you will), I was thrilled to find out I’d be visiting the birthplace of surfing.  I visited the Duke Kahanamoku statue in Honolulu, I went to the Banzai Pipeline and Waimea Bay, but one thing was missing.  That one thing was actually surfing in Hawaii.  This was something that had to remedied.  Somehow I managed to convince the boss and her mom that they too could surf with the proper instruction.  Lucy and Ethel, the Groms in the family, could hardly be contained they were so excited.  Finally, the day arrived.

We had to be at the location to sign all of the necessary paperwork in Hanalei at 7:30 and we nailed the timing.  I looked at so many different surf instruction companies in Hanalei I feel I could write a book just on this one thing, but I decided on Hawaiian Surfing Adventures.  These guys were absolutely awesome to deal with.  From check-in to wrap-up they were great.  They split the family into adults and kids.  Evan took Lucy and Ethel and within minutes had them riding their waves on in and even riding all the way to the beach.  The boss and her mom took a bit longer, but with the help of their fantastic instructor, Chaz, they too, were able to catch waves despite themselves.  There is something quite amazing about watching two ladies who previously had no confidence in their abilities to ride a wave do just that.  As for yours truly, I let Chaz know right off that I was a kook (look it up).  The best thing he said to me all day after one of my rides was that I was definitely less kookish.  I don’t know what comes after kook, but I think I am there.  Now to convince the boss to buy another board when we get home.

Having conquered the waves of Hanalei, we decided that it was time for lunch.  My gluten-free app for my phone let me know that there was a restaurant in Kapaa that would be good.  Eh, that was too far.  Wait, could it be?  It is!  A new location right in “downtown” Hanalei!  Chicken in a Barrel!!!   I had the sampler platter and the chicken, ribs, beef, and pork was absolutely fantastic.  I would, without a doubt, make a beeline for this place and eat there every time I am in Hanalei.  The food was great and the setting could not have been better.  The whole family ate there and all left very happy!  There are other restaurants in Hanalei, but for the price and the peace of mind, I don’t think you can go wrong here.

Once lunch was done we spent some time exploring the town and shops of Hanalei.  I love this town.  Everything is within a few hundred yards and while many of the shops have lots of similar products, it is still a great place to while away an hour or two.  Actually, I think I could stay here forever without hesitation.  So, dear friends, be advised, I’ll be relocating to the north shore of Kauai.  Feel free to consider my new home your home.  You are all welcome to crash here when in the islands.  Most people would consider this a full day, but those folks have never me Lucy and Ethel.  After all, we did rent snorkel equipment yesterday.

The afternoon found us near, though not actually at, Tunnels Beach.  Trying to park there was not possible so instead we spent some time at Ha’ena Beach Park.  We went to try and snorkel a bit and have some fun in the water.  Sadly, much of the area is devoid of sea life.  We managed to see some fish and the few we saw were remarkable but I wasn’t overwhelmed with the amount of fish.  The water was also less than clear so it was hard to see more than five or ten yards ahead.  My main memory of the two hours there was watching Lucy figure out how to dive to the bottom of the sea (probably around 30 feet down) and resurface while clearing her snorkel.  She really is quite good in the water.  After some time, we decided to head on back and cook dinner.  Tonight we grilled some Swordfish and Ahi with brown rice and roasted asparagus.  The fish we got at the Hanalei Dolphin Fish Market.  Was it pricey?  Yep.   But then again, everything here is expensive.  Taken altogether, it was still way less than a comparable dinner out would have been.

When asking Lucy, Ethel, and the boss what the highlight of the day was for them, I was thrilled to hear that the surfing topped their list.  Lucy and Ethel are both quite good at riding the waves.  The boss does ok and I was happy with the progress I made today.  Of the entire trip so far, today was the first time I felt relaxed.  We’ve been going so strong since last Thursday it was great to slow down, surf some, and spend some time on the beach.  Today we lived, we surfed, we ate.  In my book, that is a solid day.