Antiquing

We started the day at Waimea farmers market where I was pleased as punch to find the Hawaiian Red sea salt for sale. I was so pleased that I ended up in an unwitting confrontation with the purveyor of said salt. "Oh wow, Where does this come from?" "I made it." "You made it?" (innocently asked as I have no idea how or where to get salt.) "Of course I make it lady. What do you think, this is a farmers market. Do you think people buy things to bring here to sell?""Well of course not," tripping over myself to clarify,"I just wonder how to you make it."That was another admission of wing-dinger ignorance. "Well I get it from the sea. What did you think lady?" I just hurriedly purchased and got out of there before things could really deteriorate. The only thing I learned was that they dry the water in little coves and then grind up the red lava soil and add it. Apparently only too full of nutrients. Lets just say you don't want to get the guy started again.

We then toured an antique store trying to find Paul the perfect gift. The kitchy bare breasted Hula lamp from the 50's was a little out of my price range at $1200. The thing didn't even hula. But we all managed to find wonderful things. Joop a antique delft tile, Mist a doll chair for the great stuffy wedding, Kyr and amazing pair of cowboy boots, me some antique photo prints and a large globe shaped piece of corral.

Feeling quite marvelous we headed to a beach south of Kona to meet up with the Arthur clan. The guide book said it was the most easily accessible best snorkeling on the island. It looked okay. Not as full of snorkelers as one would expect. I have decided to be wary of those areas that have a long reef (either natural or man made, who knows) that runs parallel to the shore and perpendicular to the waves. Despite their calm looks, and false sense that the reef is buffeting the force of the waves between the shore and the reef, they are actually little churning caldrons of currents. Dreadful. Scary and too much work. I prefer to suss out the situation of a somewhat open ocean because it seems like a much more straight forward equation - big waves equal potentially big currents.

Little Pip has become quite a hula girl. Somewhat demo'd in the photos above. After our sojourn at the beach we had a quick trip to Walmart to pick up yet another suitcase. (How on earth will we make it to the airport? - We might have to try to tempt Peter into assistance.)

Then a frantic race to A beach to finish the stuffy wedding photos with the setting sun (6:30pm precisely). We had to share the beach with an actual human wedding and so when a couple wandered up and saw us wildly setting up the photos - Fuzzy's veil cascading ever so beautifully behind her, they remarked how funny we were. I informed them very seriously that they were in the midst of some very big internet stars. They were quite rightly taken aback.

Then back to Morning Fire to quickly fabricate a meal of all our remaining food. I enjoy the challenge of cooking with limited resources under pressure: stir fried steak with green onions and bok choy, spinach ravioli with asparagus alfredo sauce, italian egg noodles with mushroom marinara sauce, salad with papaya and home grown avacados, and garlic bread. Yum.