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“I’m glad I’m not one of those people who get’s seasick.” That’s what I said to Hank and Makana as we began our crossing to Molokai. About 15 minutes later I was nauseous, sitting on the very tip of the bow, afraid I might be sick any second. Luckily, I remained only moderately seasick. We stopped at a small island just off the coast of Molokai called Kaohikaipu, or Turtle Island, where Hank, Makana, and Mike speared a few fish. When Hank got back near the boat he pointed his spear at a reef shark, trying to steer it away from his fish. The shark swam away only to return with five more sharks that surrounded him. Needless to say he got back on the boat immediately.For the next two days we anchored in one of the most breathtaking places I have ever been, with a perfect view of West Molokai’s heart shaped valley and its many waterfalls and the tallest remaining sea cliffs in the world. Hank and Makana helped me spear my first fish, sadly it didn’t stick. Rufus surfed about nine hours the second day and became The Man on the trip before he made outrageous curry with fresh caught fish. Hank played Stand by Me surprisingly well on ukulele and the rest of us accompanied. The stars were sharp, the ocean a beautiful gradient of blues and greens, and the company unreserved.

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The West where it Ends

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The Road Trip has ended. Right back to a place that has been the source of many of my beginnings, California. Doug and I met up in Oregon and drove through the redwoods at night to Arcata, CA. We stopped in the Jedediah forrest and played in the massive trees by moonlight. The scent of the place was comforting, wood stoves burning and fresh rain. It was nice knowing that soon I’d be in a place that I consider one of my homes. We stopped at a Lagoon just above Arcata and slept for a while on the driftwood dense beach. The loud sea was music to my ears and the stars were sharp in the sapphire sky. These 17 days on the road have been amazing, and there are people and places I will never forget but I am happy to be in our last State. Right now I’m in San Francisco, and my plane departs at 7am – home to Hana, HI where I’m ready to be.

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