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the beach and ka'ena point

On Friday we went to Keiki beach. The waves were perfect size for me. The boys would've liked bigger but I don't care for the "drowning feeling".
We played in the water for a while and then we burried Chris. 





Later we went over to Ka'ena point. I think I have complained about this hike before. I think I also mentioned  I am not much of a hiker. I don't like it. More here than the mainland because I get eaten alive. 
But I apparently thought this was going to be different somehow. Was it? Of course not. 

I complained in my head the entire way back. Going to the point wasn't as horrible because it monsoon(ed). I found I like walking in the hard, warm rain rather than the blistering heat.  

When we got all the way out to the end, it was totally worth it. Monk seals and lots of crabs. 















It was a good time. We all enjoyed it. 
Until we got back. 

So I had lathered sunblock on the boys before our trek. Well, when it started raining (five minutes after we started) their sun block had been dripping off. This is what it looks like to have a sunscreen/rain burn. 



Can you see the drip lines?

Poor guys. They loved it. 


Comments

  1. Looks like you need the water babies instant protection sunblock:) That is so funny that you can see the drip lines:)
    I love seeing those boys together - you look good too Sarah!
    Maybe I will send you one of those clip on bug repellent thingies:)
    P.S. How did I never know about that hike?!

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  2. I just found your blog and love it! you and chris are so cute and how fun ryan got to come visit! i loved that mirror you made!! and i grew up with your friend cole rieben! small world!
    kirstie (chris' cousin)

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