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Waimanu Valley, Big Island Backpack Trip

on June 20, 2010

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Photo by Grace Gabriel
Caption by August Smith
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Kalalau, Kauai Backpack Trip Day2

The rain that soaked my sleeping bag and woke me up Tuesday morning also rewarded me with this stunning rainbow when I got out of my tent. It makes me wonder if the rain actually woke me up to say, “Hey, look what I can do?”. After a favor to hang my damp sleeping bag at an adjacent campsite's clothesline, I hurried out to the beach to spend a few minutes to enjoy the fantastic sight. I really try to make a conscious effort to pay attention to moments like this. The rainbow started to fade and I went back to the campsite to deal with the business of getting breakfast and packing up. The bus was scheduled to pick us up at 7am to bring us to the Kalalau trail head. After gulping down my breakfast, I tried to pack in the on-again, off-again rain – not the most pleasant activity. Allen had the great idea of packing in the bathroom and so I lugged all my stuff and followed his example. The bus arrived just as I was done stuffing my pack but still had to deal w

East of Eden Chapter 34 (Steinbeck)

A child may ask, “What is the world’s story about?” And a grown man or woman may wonder, “What way will the world go? How does it end and , while we’re at it, what’s the story about?" I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one, that has frightened and inspired us, so that we live in a Pearl White serial of continuing thought and wonder. Humans are caught – in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too – in a net of good and evil. I think this is the only story we have and that it occurs on all levels of feeling and intelligence. Virtue and vice were warp and woof of our first consciousness, and they will be the fabric of our last, and this despite any changes we may impose on field and river and mountain, on economy and mangers. There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean q

Mokuleia Campout 2010

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