Happily married sports enthusiasts, not to be
confused with sporting expert.
||4/27 -- Sugar Beach next to the Whale
Sanctuary in Kihei can be quite an interesting place
to launch when kiteboarding. I didn't like it at
first, the road was close, the power lines were
close, fisherman always seemed to be close, tourists
were close. But then, as time passed, it didn't seem
frightening anymore. Miraculously, now it seems like
a reasonable place to ride. John likes to compare it
to mountain bike. When we first started learning,
the gears didn't shift properly on our bikes, the
tires were bald, the shocks were too firm, etc.
||Today, the bikes, the same ones I
might add, work perfectly. It is amazing how after a
certain amount of time learning the sport, the bikes
now work properly. We haven't changed a bit, the
bikes fixed themselves. After a certain learning
curve was passed in kiting, I am not as scared to
launch from certain areas.
||4/26 -- The beach is a great place to
spend quality time with man's best friend. I took
the image on the right on Sugar Beach in Kihei,
Maui. My dear pooch, Mocha, passed several years
ago, but she loved to accompany me on walks. At
least in the beginning years, before she got a bit feeble.
When I found Mocha, she was four-years-old and
through word-of-mouth, I learned she been a local
stray for several years. I opened the door to my
apartment for her and not only did she enter, but
she immediately jumped on my bed declaring herself
right at home.
The funniest image I have of her was during our
first year together. It was the Friday after
Thanksgiving and my roommate, DeeAnne, and I went
out for a couple of cold ones. Stumbling home later,
I headed for the restroom, while DeeAnne went to the
kitchen to grab left over turkey. All of a sudden I
hear DeeAnne yell, "Stop Mocha". Dashing
into the hallway, I see Mocha running full speed
towards me (surprise) with a four-inch high and
6-inch wide wad of plastic wrapped turkey in her
mouth. After I halted her in her tracks, I snatched
the unharmed turkey from her jaws and returned it to
DeeAnne. I learned when DeeAnne pulled it from the
fridge, Mocha grabbed it and ran with it. I
speculate it might have dropped from her hands and
then Mocha grabbed, but who knows. What a funny
memory I will always have and cherish.
||4/24 -- This is my niece Kathryn
tearing up the surf on The Big Island this past
March. Her mother multi-tasked. Surfing lessons
became a Christmas Card photo opportunity.
||When Kathryn was two, I watched her
for a week when her parents went to Hawaii. These
days, she makes the journey with them. She was an
active youngin' and as you can see, not much has
changed. Well, she does listen much better now. She
used to keep me hopping. Near the end of the week,
Kathryn grew weary of my presence and repeated use
of the word no. Grabbing my shoes from the door, she
dropped them at my feet and announced "go home
She is more sensitive now too.
||4/22 -- Wailuku Union Church. On one of our rare biking
days on Maui, we left Kihei, rode up to Wailuku on Route 30 and came
back down 311. I remember thinking, if my church had the Iao Valley
range behind it, I might have liked going as a child. Scratch that.
Still doubtful. Church meant a continual change of sit, stand, kneel,
repeat. while some old fart droned on in front. Didn't he realize
there were adventures to be had? Adventures outside church walls. I
Needless to say, I protested loudly every Sunday morning. By
the time I was five, my parents gave up with the exception of one
brief attempt when I was 12. With great conviction, I marched up into
the attic, donned some outdated funky skirt, knee-high plaid socks,
picked up some funky smelling perfume and doused myself. As I walked
downstairs, between gasps for air, my dad announced, "You can't
go to church like that." Victory was mine. They gave up for good.