Spotted on my morning cardio trek. You never know when you are going to need a kitchen sink.
While on my trek, Billy calls and asks if I want to go to Kahaluu Bay.
But of course.
Long ago, I surfed here. As recently as 2 years ago, I snorkeled here.
No regrets.
I had a splendid time watching surfers catch gentle rolling waves.
I tracked Billy and Monique as they made their circuit around the bay.
I silently cursed visitors for not properly watching their small kids.
And I wondered why people are still renting those ridiculous full-face masks.
(Although I was pleased to see fewer of them.)
Such a crabby old bat!
A stop at the supermarket yields lunch plus groceries.
We eat in the shade. Life is good.
Well, except…
But, no harm done. My pants will be dry by tomorrow.
And, since I am only good for about 6 hours of activity per day, tomorrow is more than soon enough for clean, dry pants.
Billy wore a t-shirt, “Die with memories – not dreams.”
Honest, I am trying.