Hawaiian Holiday Gone Wild!

January 2007

We skirted the rain and played golf at Waikoloa Kings' Course before heading the airport. Hench's record remains intact - 26 days on the Big Island without getting rained out of golf.

Another of the great views from Mick's bacolny.

This dry-rot, rat-infested rust bucket was anchored in the bay the whole time we were there. It bobbed like a cork in the surf and swells, and looked so uncomfortable to be on, I figure the Captain had either fallen overboard, or died on board. There was never any sign of life on it. Time for a novel or movie - "Ghost Tub."

Cocktail hour for us. We pulled this tough duty every night.

The surf came up. Here's some views of the waves and the sunset from Huggo's bar.

Nick got a new axe, so I went up to the Briley house for some rock and roll, and some beer on the last night. We had a great time, but it is time to say Aloha and Mahalo, as we head back to the States, er, I mean MAINLAND.