16.21 Kaua’i’s Waimea Canyon, a thrilling place for visuals and once again, a tough hike.
A woman hunter, a liberal-democrat's worst nightmare. Simple sheaths of grass but when the sun struck, the picture became more interesting. Last time we wrote this beautiful island is a little muddy, well, very muddy on the trails. Another factor is it could also be termed a foul state…we take that back. It is a fowl state. The wrong spelling can get one into much trouble. There are chickens and the whole gamut of domestic birds running and at times, flying loose on the island. That in itself is not a bad thing. However, in our area, there are open fields in which wild roosters have made it home. The problem for us and we suppose other guests is that these birds crow throughout the dark hours. Unfortunately, we are becoming sleep deprived. Mesmerized for a few moments and then pulled out the little camera. Multi-tiers of tears flowing into the canyon at about the half-way stage down. Difficult to decide which pictures to select. While lying...