Morning Fire

Back at Morning Fire Ranch. It feels like coming home - from the geckos running around the walls to the rooster crowing from 3 am onwards. Part of coming home is the lack of feeling of all your cares slipping away. It feels so familiar you don't enter into that anticipatory anxiety that upon reflection makes you think you have really removed yourself from your other life. I'm hoping that the rush of relaxation is happening under the surface. I think it is. My back feels better.

We're lucky to have little Mystical(Mistaya) with us. Although she fits in so nicely I have a hard time remembering that she hasn't been here before. Yesterday we went to Mauna Kea beach for frolics. The wind was so severe it pelted your eyes and ears with sand at every moment. It was a challenge to hunker down on the sand with the eyes clenched tight and try to absorb the hot sun. Snorkeling was wonderful though. I have and eye for octupi and spotted a large one scurrying along the ocean floor. It froze knowing that I saw it and perched on a rock observing us. They have the dearest hesitant, nervous expressions in the blob that is their face when they watch you. It is hard to believe and it isn't anthropomorphisizing them. Unfortunately despite recent repair Kyr's expensive underwater camera bit the dust again or should I say ate seawater and is non functional. We have supersleuth repair guy Joop working diligently on the issue and if anyone can save it, it will be him.

We will probably head down to the Fairmont beach to visit Melissa's family today. I'm excited to snorkel with all those little girls. Those posh resorts are a completely different world from our experience where we battle night time chills and spend most of our time outside of beaching it buying groceries. In fact the tellers at the grocery store already know Joop's familial history. They are very friendly here in Waimea. It doesn't seem fake.