You know those days when you just look around and think, “man…this is all pretty freaking great?”
This post is coming to you poolside on another balmy Texas morning. This week I have been thinking quite constantly about a scary idea. Adulting…..yeeeeesh! What frightening concept. I made coffee this morning in an aeropress. I’m planning on buying new bedsheets and actually comparing prices later on today. I separated my laundry instead of just washing everything in cold, I invested more money into mutual funds, I put sunscreen on my face……what is this? But in all seriousness, several things have happened lately to remind me that things happen in life that will inadvertently damage your spirit. One minute everything feels right and the next your world is turned upside down. You lose people. You witness terrible things. You’re faced with responsibilities that you aren’t prepared to face.
It’s essential not to lose that child spirit inside each of us. The one that believes that building a fort will protect you from monsters and ghosts. The one that gets to know the earth by climbing trees and stomping in puddles. The one that smiles at strangers and is quick to love and accept. That spirit is Kauai to me. That “freaking great” day is just about everyday when viewed through the eyes of your very own child spirit.
But this particular day redefined “freaking great” in my brain. And it’s really pretty simple. Embark without a plan. Have a few ideas and then just go for it. Bend and let the changes happen without freaking out. Of course I’m not suggesting you just stop drop and throw all common sense to the wind. Don’t just make like Bruce Wilis and “Yipee ki yay!.” The key to adventures is the right balance of street smarts and flexibility. Every good boy scout would tell you two words; be prepared (for the chance of a lifetime, be prepared……lion king? No? Anyway…).
So we pseudo prepared for the day: adventure jeep, some rope, water, blunt object for self defense, chacos, hammock. Boom.
Our first stop? The Kauai Hindu Temple. Am I hindu? No, but I have mad respect for the spirituality, culture, and connectedness.
The temple was beautiful, and every tree, every pebble, every blade of grass was reflecting the naturally calming spirit of this place of worship.
We wandered. Set some intentions, and reset ourselves for the day ahead.
The next stop was…uh….I couldn’t even tell you. We drove around backroads for awhile until we stumbled upon a trailhead. Mary knew of some waterfalls along the trail that were good for jumping.
But the real star of this hike was a magical Dr. Suess forest. Trees wrapped from base to canopy in leafy vines. Sunlight filtering in from above, casting emerald flames to the forest floor. Happy wanderers staring is silence. I half expected a unicorn to saunter out from behind a grove of these trees. Or Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli to come barreling through in search of halflings!
After our journey through this delightful feast of kickass nature, we hit the road to our next undisclosed location: the cave of mermaid dreams.
I love mermaids. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s still in the cards for me. Swimming is my favorite, I talk to animals, I sing in the shower. The only thing I haven’t mastered yet is that tricky mermaid-majestic-wet-hair-flip-thingy. Details.
Anyway, the mermaid cave of dreams was this crazy cove down the back of a coastal hill that I am not at liberty to disclose. The cave must be sought by those worthy, and only the universe can decide something that important. I happened to have a mermaid friend, Mary, who new of this magical place, and found us worthy of sharing it with. I will let the pictures speak for themselves.
Clear water revealing the reef below, polished white rocks conforming to your body as you lay in the shallow water, letting the tide lift you and lower you. Further exploration of the cave revealed a second entrance on the opposite end. If you make the trek through the darkness, you’ll find a shelf several feet above the low tide. Light from the other entrance illuminates the power of the waves as they rush against the cave walls. Maybe add “floatation device” and “voice of reason” to the list of things to help you be prepared.
After swimming, I climbed along the rocks and found a Sebastian crab. That’s proof enough if you ask me. Mermaid status.
I’m saving the rest of the day for the next post. Stay tuned and please share your favorite Hawaiian adventures, I’m desperate to go back and love travel advice!
This is the first of the “airport interviews” that I’ve posted. As you can probably tell, we were a bit slap-happy from all the traveling/lack of sleep. More to come! Julia’s description of camping is on deck.