I admit. I came to Hawaii as a skeptic. I thought I would get here, and it would be like Thailand or the Philippines. I would enjoy it to a point, but there would be a limit to how much time I would want to spend looking around.
Hawaii is awesome. It’s got all the tropical amenities of those foreign tropical lands, but with all (or most of) the American attributes that make you feel safe and free. There is never a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you’re putting yourself in harm’s way if you wander around alone. Or after dark.
Yesterday was fun. We’re staying with Tina’s friend Kim and her three kids, Jonah 11. Miles is 9 (I think), and Delilah is 3. They’re all great kids and we have spent almost all our time with them so far.
On Wednesday, I went running, and both boys were mad that I didn’t wake them up to go running with me. Thursday I bent and said, “Okay, let’s go.” When Miles came out with no socks on, I said, “Are you sure you want to go without socks?” He said yes.
Tina, Jonah, Miles and I left the house at 8 a.m.
Miles had a blister within the first half mile, and Tina decided to go back with him.
Jonah pushed on. He insisted, despite my doubts, that he wanted to run the full 1.65 to the beach. It was all downhill which helped. We got to a beach access point and ran onto the sand. We stood there for a minute, and I said, “Do you want to go back or run on the beach?”
He wanted to run on the beach. We ran to the next public access point. After we got back on the street, Jonah said, “Running on the beach was the hardest part.” And I said, “Wait till you run back up the hill we just came down.”
Jonah pushed himself. I pushed him too, and we got back up the hill pretty quickly, stopping only a couple times. When I saw a yard full of sprinklers, I said, “Follow me!” and we ran over and hit all of them. I did them twice.
In the afternoon, we trekked up to the peak of 10,000 ft high volcano called Haleakala. It was beautiful. Below are more pictures.