Born and raised in Hawaii, most would think I spent alot of time at the beach. As a teen, my friends and I paid 25 cents to ride the bus to the Ala Moana center with a quick walk to the beach. There, we would swim and sit on the breakers and watch the surfers while getting splashed by the waves. Other than my teen years, I have to say most locals didn't spend much time at the beach unless you were an avid surfer.
Now that we live on the East coast, it is very enticing to go to the beach, especially when you leave snow, ice and darkness. Now that the opportunity arises, you would think that we would be at the beach daily. Well, that's not the case. It seems more important to spend time with family. There are days when we do go to the beach.
The closest nice beach is 15 minutes away at Kailua. The beach is beautiful and the sand and hills are so much fun to dig in. It's fun to watch the wind surfers, kite surfers, kayakers and canoe paddlers.
We have been here alot until the arrival of...
Yes, the dreaded Portugese Man of War, a small, bubble-like jellyfish that occasionally blows in during windy or stormy days. The Commander and the boy next door were also stung at the same time by honey bees on the sand.
That brought us to search for another beach. Hanauma bay is beautiful and the fish swim right up to you. But during windy days, the water is too murky to see the fish and turtles.
Then there's Makapu'u beach...
The wind and waves were too strong, with a mean, killer undertow.
The flags were out and take a look at the coconut trees, boy was it windy! I've never seen so much white water in my life.
Well, back to the house to see what Grandma and Grandpa are up to.