I peered over the edge. Very nice, except that there were more huge waves crashing into the pool every few minutes and pulling more sealife back out to sea. “If you fall in there,” I said, “I won’t be able to get you.”
I knew there were 72 steps. What I did not know was that there was a hike up to those steps, and another 99 steps following those 72 steps. Also, I did not know that Diamond Head crater would be like hiking southern California in the middle of a summer day. Breezeless (the crater walls keeping out any coolness), bone-dry, crackling hot. Thus, I brought only one bottle of water, which I finished halfway up the path to the stairs.
My FIL always takes a single pic, even though it’s digital. He probably figures with three kids, someone’s always going to be goofing off, so what the hell’s the use in trying to get a good one.
My husband was offered a job in Hawaii a couple days ago. Since the other job he was in the running for said they were still considering, he took the Hawaii job. Yay! But wait. He starts work on Monday, the day after Easter, training here in San Diego. Then he reports for work inContinue reading “Hawaii, Here We Come”