Anyway, so we hustled over to Costco and Walmart and busted out the groceries and then hopped in our Ford Flex (enter Bob Marley CD) to tour the island. I take full responsibility for picking out the Flex at the rental car place, despite the protests over whether or not the car was "cool" enough. Hello? I *only* do cool, and you guys were taking way too long to decide. I thought it was "beachy"...we named it lovingly "The Woody". We chose well. Plus, we could fit all our crap into it. Thank you, a-thank you very much.
So we drove The Woody down to the south end of the island and (of course) found a brewing company to lunch at. That is The Hubbs job and he does it well. The boys enjoyed the drinks and nachos. Erin and I enjoyed the rocking chairs and art (and drinks and nachos). On our way back up north, we stopped at Kauai Coffee and taste tested--they grow it right in their backyard, but the highlight was scratching our names on the leaves of a tree just outside. Look for us, next time you're there.
Back on the road, we stopped at Koloa Rum Co. for some rum tasting. Not my thang, so Erin and I walked around the beautiful grounds and I took pictures of a train for my brother (he was excited). We would end up coming back later in the week for an amazing Hawaiian Luau. Nevertheless, Dale declared the rum not tasty enough (that's his job) and too many coconuts, so we made our way back to the resort for pool, refreshments and homemade fish tacos. We were full.
On the way back we regained our spirits (thank you Bob Marley) and decided to stop at another beach. Finding a spot in full view of the lifeguard station, we settled in. Dale tried the water. Not ready. Too soon. The rest of us got in. It was a beautiful beach (they all are), but again, the current was really strong right at where it hits the shore. We didn't go far in at all, but even just where the waves break was rough. Not scary rough though. We had fun. Erin and I got beat up. The waves would slam you on the sand, push you up the shore and immediately pull you out, not far, just this constant back and forth scenario. We had SO MUCH sand in our suits. We were literally packing. Erin was looking very Bo Derek-esque with her hair covered in sand pebbles. It made Dale happy. It was fun, and it made us laugh. We really needed to laugh. We were a sight, literally rolling all over the sand, squealing, trying to outrun the waves, showing each other how much sand we had in our suits--oh look, coral!
We finished the day good. Grateful. Alive.
p.s. while we were at that last beach, the lifeguards did another rescue, firetrucks and ambulances included. Respect the beach, y'all.