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Kauai continues to rule

We are having fantasies of moving here, which is the classic sign that we're having a wonderful vacation. Kauai is mostly rural with just the right amount of development to assure that we will not be without Starbucks for too long. One of the things I like most about it is the army of feral chickens that march over the roads, parking lots and golf courses. Very healthy chickens, like this one:

The snorkeling through perfect, warm, crystal water is a once a day thing, though I forgot to bring the camera yesterday. We snorkeled at Tunnels, which, like most of the cool stuff on this island, has no signs whatsoever leading to it, leaving us to rely on research and word of mouth. We started out in the shallow end, very close to the coral, seeing amazing fish. (The thing about seeing fish here is that you don't even need to be snorkeling. The first day we were here we went to some lava pools and just saw tons of tropical fish swimming around.) But anyway, the water was calm enough when we started but as soon as the waves got rowdy a really good one came in, picked me up and dropped me right back down against the coral, which, as it turns out, is, um, sharp. So I'm a little sore and cut up today, which is not stopping me from going right back out, albeit in deeper water.

We also drove up to Waimea Canyon, which was not only beautiful but looked strangely like it belongs in Colorado. And we are learning that when you take a picture of yourself in front of distant beautiful scenery, you look photo shopped. But I swear we were really there.

This is in front of the jagged coast of Na Pali, which is what I originally came to see before I realized that all those things they say in the guidebooks about needing to kayak or helicopter over it to get the best view are absolutely true. I will not be doing either of those things, but the view I did get was pretty good:
And let me take a moment to rave about North Country Farms, where we are staying. It's an organic farm with a couple of cottages set down in the garden and orchard. They don't look like much from the outside but inside the redwood is gleaming, the couch and bed and comfy and the kitchen and bathroom are clean. Outside is a view of tropical serenity. They are a bit serious about the organic thing (even the coffee filters and toilet paper) but the proprietor, Lee, is very nice and didn't seem to object that we walked into her house smelling like DEET.
The cottage even comes with its own three hundred year old cat, Rosie.

We will be a very bad Aunt and Uncle tomorrow when we are asleep in our beds during Luke's bris, but we hope to make it up to him in the years to come by loving him uncontrollably.

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