Our first stop on the North Shore was Turtle Beach, but the turtles weren’t out. They said to maybe come back around noon, but they couldn’t really make a prediction. So half of us went on to Waimea Valley and the other half to Giovanni’s Shrimp Truck and Waimea Beach.
Chasing chickens and trying to snap fingers at Waimea Valley. Maybe he is trying to get the peacock to open up…
But it didn’t. It was still beautiful, and we followed it around, wanting to get close, but then not wanting to be too close.
There was a hula dancing rehearsal or class going on that we watched from afar (see the shadowy figures?) There were beautiful old trees and a stream that fed a waterfall somewhere in the park… we didn’t actually make it into the park because there was great food, peacocks, hula, and scenery all for free outside the park! Well, okay, the food wasn’t free.
YAY, successful sighting of our first sea turtle(s)! The other half of the group saw one in the water at Waimea Beach, too! After that, the four of us were on our own with a short time to get to Kualoa Ranch and check in for our ATV ride.
On the drive east around the top of the island, we got fresh coconut juice, and made a quick stop to see Sunset Beach. I also meant to take a quick dip at Shark’s Cove for snorkeling but I chickened out…I hadn’t broken in my snorkel equipment yet and I was unprepared to do so on my own!
Laie Lookout (the hole was created by a tsunami in 1946, so much for gradual erosion)…almost there…and we had a little time to order TNT some lunch at the ranch before we went ATV-ing.
I have to re-watch “Jurassic Park,” I can hardly remember any of it but apparently this log was in it, and bigger at the time of filming 🙂
Found the LOST crew, now that’s something more recent that I can remember!
In the meantime, Curious George babysat TNT. Just kidding, it was a joint effort with Uncle Caleb. Thank youuuu….it wouldn’t have been possible without him, a last minute substitute for my plane-weary parents.
Animals at Kualoa Ranch
Reception area // How the rehearsal began…
How the rehearsal ended… with high hopes that their behavior couldn’t be any worse for the next day…
Took the gorgeous and slightly scary H-3 interstate home (connected to what other state? don’t ask me!) The highway was so elevated, it felt like we were flying in a narrow crevice between towering mountains of pleated folds. Pete likens it to driving through the Swiss Alps. Come to think of it, we were in a minivan for that ride, too, but a trip with kids is no big deal when you’re the aunt and uncle, not the parents! Little did we know.
And that’s how we were able to enjoy a meal in peace at the rehearsal dinner at Uncle Bo’s.