Sometimes my husband gets an idea in his head and he can’t let it go.  He tries to be subtle.  He’s not, but he tries.  He brings it up over and over and over and over…… you get the picture.  Such was the case with an area called Queen’s Bath.  Yes… it sounded lovely.  BUT… the book said that in the winter months the tide was too high.  The book said that Queen’s Bath would be under water.  The book said it could be treacherous this time of year.  The book said….. you get the idea.

Now let me set the scene for you.  Dana, his dad, Anna Grace and I are heading to Kapa’a to eat lunch and do some shopping.  Being covered in mud would probably be a bad idea.   In addition, I am wearing flip flops, AG is wearing flip flops and Dana and his dad have on teva like things.  Not exactly climbing gear.

To further set the scene, you need to know that the night before I demonstrated why I am sometimes referred to as Grace.  Not as in "grace of God" but as in "lacking grace".  I fell down the stairs.  Six of them to be exact.  My pride and my tailbone are still smarting from the experience when once again, Dana brings up walking to Queen’s bath.

This was not a walk.

This was climbing on hands and knees over mud, rocks, and nearly being washed out to sea.

Did we see Queen’s Bath?  Nope.  It was under water, and treacherous.  Just like the book said.

Small waterfall on path to Queen’s Bath.

Lava ledge (yes… I said LEDGE!) looking out onto Pacific Ocean.

Ocean attempting to wash us out to sea.

View of coastline…. and water burying the general area of Queen’s Bath.

So…. did we complete our task?  Let’s see.

Each member of party compeletely covered in mud?  CHECK.

Each member of party scratched up including toddler?  CHECK.

Wife feeling a zing with each and every step due to previous fall down stairs?  CHECK

Everyone rained on (just as an added bonus)? CHECK

No member of party got to see any trace of Queen’s Bath?  CHECK

Killed Husband???  CHECK

Moving on….. 

After we had to go back home… and shower….and change clothes….AGAIN…. we headed to Kapa’a.  Here we, once again, worshipped the burger that is Bubba’s. Yummy.  We did some shopping and then we saw Sleeping Giant.  Here he is…

What you’re looking at is supposed to be his profile.  His head is the mound on the left side of photo (or is it the right side…. whatever…. the side with the palm tree… his head is just above the palm tree), the little nob is his chin,  the dip is his neck leading to his belly, and so forth.

After all of that I needed to sit on my butt, or actually not quite on my butt, more like the side of my butt, and knit.  I finished the shoulders of Telemark.

This development means that the entire body portion of the sweater is finished and it is now time for the sleeves.