Hike 8.01 Captain Cook Trail, Kona--Hitchin', hikin' and puffin'
Blue, black and White Blue and black only...disappearing wife illusion Airplane travel is a marvel. However, negotiating one’s way through airports, particularly in the United States, negates much of the experience. After a particular harassing sequence of security events on our return from New Zealand recently, we had experienced tsa.phobia at Los Angeles Airport. We nearly added ‘.com’ as a suffix. Our flight to Hawaii was superb once we got out of the airport and onto the magnificent flying machine. Elana Cooper , formerly of San Diego and lately, Jerusalem, suggested that we undertake her favorite hike in Kona. This we did and it turned out to be quite a day. In a change of pattern, we decided against renting a car until Sunday. A taxi brought us to our hotel quite late on Thursday night. Friday morning arrived soon, especially as we had lost two hours somewhere over the Pacific. We are probably going to have to take over time management from our editor should she continue ...