Tag: Hawaii

The Souvenirs You’re Simply Drawn To

Those of you who know me (and now those of you who don’t), know that I have two endearingly particular talents: remembering most everything and keeping everything (within reason). The two can be even be linked!  Please have a seat while I tell you from where I got this plastic bag in June of 2009. I kept it because it has the logo of a store we don’t have here – how could I throw it away?

I promise I am not a hoarder.

When I travel to a new city or state, or landmark within, I have two standard items that I always purchase: a magnet and postcards.  Postcards are easy to transport and store, and between my mom and I , we have a fairly extensive collection.  I started collecting magnets at an early age, so it’s a good thing refrigerators have lots of space!  I’m fairly picky with the magnets, and try not to go overboard, but sometimes you visit a lot of new places and end up with a few more than planned.  Because who doesn’t love Dole Whip?



What do you collect while traveling?



It’ll be Fine, She Said…

When Mike and I decided that we were going to Hawaii this summer, we knew we wanted to do a lot more than spend six days roasting on the beach.  We figured one of the best ways to really see the island would be to go on a few hikes.  One of my coworkers recommended the Lanikai Pillbox Hike, and when I read that the pillboxes were remnants of World War II guard posts, I was sold on including it on our list.  It was described as a moderate hike online, and while I am no athlete, I’ve done enough running in my life to assume I would not have any issues.

Within the first five minutes I knew I had made a huge mistake, and was certain I would be tumbling to my death.  The hike starts out with a steep incline, which is fine until the moment you realize you’re going to have to get back down somehow.  By the time the first incline finally leveled off, I was resigned that I’d come too far to quit, but luckily I was pretty mesmerized by the view.

Gaze at the ocean and forget your impending doom.

When I said that the incline leveled off, it was not for long, and I was back to imagining in how many places I was going to break my leg, arm, skull.  And then we reached the first pillbox.

Incline? What incline?

We had to cut this hike short (can you sense how disappointed I was?), so we started the journey back down and did not continue to the second pillbox.  If anyone saw my descent that day, I hope they took video.  I would liken it to a scared goat on the side of a cliff afraid to move.  Who am I kidding; goats don’t get scared.

Prior to the trip, Mike suggested that we pick up some inexpensive hiking shoes from Academy.  Considering the “hikes” I had been on before in Cameron ParkBrazos Bend State Park, or even Muir Woods, I scoffed at the idea of purchasing and hauling an extra pair of bulky shoes.  I was positive we didn’t need them, and that my cute little tennis shoes would be perfectly fine.  You might think I’m exaggerating, and it’s quite possible I may never hear the end of this, but without the extra grip of the shoes I’m pretty sure I would have tumbled ass over tea kettles straight to the bottom.

It turns out that if you have a healthy fear of falling and an overactive imagination, this may not be the hike for you, but if you push through (and have the appropriate footwear) the views are stunning.  I only wish we’d made it up there for sunrise.