If I recall, it was something of a matter of low-hanging fruit, because I was smashed from the Haleakala mission and we had probably just gorged ourselves on lunch, but hey, beaches are kind of for recuperating anyway. On any other day, I would have suggested (or assented to) some 5-mile jungle scramble to some deserted patch of sand, but this was simply not the day for shenanigans like that.
Ethel has not spent a lot of time in the ocean (and neither have I, for that matter), and the camera catches all indiscretions and mistakes.
Murphy gets worked
I do admit to being a little leery of the ocean in general. Lakes I'm good with, especially cold freshwater lakes that tend not to be home to anything capable of eating me. The ocean, on the other hand, is this vast expanse of predatory unknown, so I'm a little less cool with it. But on a blazing hot day, well, ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
Enjoy the view
Our trip had reached its end, and I definitely won't complain about getting whisked away from winter to a tropical paradise for Not as Many Days as I Would Have Liked, so instead I'll continue my run of sharing photos from airplanes with this, which was surprisingly hard to line up just right:
Take me home, glowing oracle
'Til next time, Hawaii.
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