Getting out when you want to stay in.
I needed to get OUT today. I knew it last night, I probably knew it days ago. OUT. We had been outside, of course, but on the manicured grounds of amusement parks and resort pools. I needed OUT. I needed salt air and sea and sediment and, as it turned out bunnies. I needed Hawaii, I thought. Instead, I got Terranea, and as long as I kept my face seaward and ignored the trumpdom to the east, I was fine.
We walked for an hour, we climbed rocks I was afraid to climb. We saw four lizards, twelve dragon flies, about twenty pelicans and SO MANY BUNNIES (as far as saving the day goes, the bunnies get a lot of the credit).
At the end, by the cave, there are chairs and umbrellas. Just waiting for you. I know sharing secrets with the internet isn't the smartest thing to do, but...I think it's going to be my new secret hideaway.
|Stand-in Hawaii did a super good job.|
|Thirty minutes in, forty minutes out, my head ringing with Caddyshack jokes the whole way.|
|Then he kind of just posed for a bit. I realized later he was contemplating how the hell he was going to get down, but he made sure he looked good doing it.|