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Hike 16: Return to Na ‘Pali Coast, Honopu Ridge

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Does it get any better? Drop of 3,000 feet behind Jenni. “Have you been in a more beautiful place?” We asked our dear editor, as we sat and looked out towards an ocean swimming in magical blues. The majestic cliffs, covered with greenery, stand solemnly by, seemingly watching and waiting. We do not know or understand their purpose but we are in awe of the magnificence of the components that comprise this part of Kauai. “I agree,” she answers, “although the world is a very beautiful place. Each part of it is unique. One does not have to decide; all one has to do is respect and enjoy.” We continued to sit and stare at the wonders confronting us. “It makes you realize the power, artistry and creation that the Master of the World has bestowed upon us. If this is what He has been able to achieve, can you imagine what Hashem could do if he had Bill Gates’ money?” Sunshine on the coast with mist moving inland Golf ball in bunker--need a wedge and 'copter and maybe a decent swing...

Hike 15: Waimea Canyon, Post Jewish-Hunter aka Ox-y-moron

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(Always worth clicking on pictures--then return button) A little into the descent down into the valley The rugged and the gentle Could be a painting “We have to get to Arizona urgently,” we told our editor on the trail at Waimea Canyon. “Relax. You’re getting uptight for nothing. And what’s in Arizona that’s so important?” she answered, trying to calm us. “It’s the government. We’ve been gone three weeks and it seems that it has moved the Grand Canyon to Kauai-- looks that way to me, maybe more green coverage over here. Perhaps more trees were planted.” “Why don’t you have more caffeine, it might help. The daily water regimen is rusting the brain a little. I’ll admit that there are strong similarities but I don’t think the ‘ditch digging’ Keynesian concept of putting people to work was applied,” she said, ending further discussion. One of many steep segments Rugged and pretty We like the irony that from Monday to Friday, we wake early, stand outside the condo and call ...