Photos and happenings from Tim. Mostly photos.
Floating with the parents and our new dog, Emma. I think this was in June.
Our second time to do Slickrock. Tony and friend Bob came along. The Carapellas were in town too, altho not camping or riding. They drove out to party with us. Brought ice, made us G&T’s.
Mostly shots around the office. Too many people to mention.
We stopped over at Eileen’s Parent’s house in Laguna Nigel on the way back home from Colorado. They threw us a nice party, invited various relatives. My own cousin Rachel came down and catered the whole affair, with her able daughter Sarah assisting.
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This is the Silverfast edition
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Days 1 and 2: Honolulu and near areas
Hanauma Bay and a drive up the east side. Hanauma Bay is a great beach. Very protected, totally scenic, good for light snorkeling.
Third day, we borrowed D’s car and drove to the North Shore on H2 and Kamehameha Hwy, up to approx Waimeha Bay.
Next we flew over to Kauai. First photos show the bay where cruise ships come in, near the airport.
The following day, between various beach sessions, we squeezed in a drive to an overlook at Waimea Canyon, the “Grand Canyon” of Hawaii.
Then followed the “day of the helicopter”. These things are evil but Eileen is just relentless about the touristy thing. So there we were. The ride and the views were admittedly totally amazing. Our copter was old, it had an open window in the back seat. I had the biggest camera, so I claimed it. The total lack of glass allowed me to lean out, and often shoot straight down. Highlights: sharing airspace in a box canyon billed as “the wettest place on earth”, almost always socked in, rarely flyable. And the scene up and down the Na’Pali coastline.
Near the end, we hiked the Na’Pali coast to the first beach. The hike itself was wild. Wet, steep, slippery trail in dense jungle. Terrific views. A local surfer blew by us on the trail, surf board under his arm, wearing flip flops. We were humbled. (A helicopter flew by us at eye level every 10 minutes or so. I quickly came to see how the locals could just hate these things. It wouldn’t surprise me if they’ve been banned since.)
