I finally have completed the first day of San Francisco pictures which is no mean feet considering the hundreds of photos I got. We decided to take it easy the first day and wander the city so we took a bus to Market Street and began walking. We walked to the end of Market Street and turned up to Fisherman’s Warf where we finished the morning. Then, we wandered over to Ghirardelli Square and up a very large hill to see the crookedest street in the world (or whatever). We walked down the street and watched as the cars lined up to weave their way down. After a rest, we walked towards the Bed and Breakfast stopping in Japan town. We walked too much and it was too hot, but it was fun.
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I think the next couple weeks will be busy so I don’t know how long it will take to get Halloween photos up but I thought I would share the two I finished so far.
Up first, the most awesome cake ever. The Husband took my idea for a tall ghost of some sort and came up with a kid under a sheet. I made all 7 layers and then constructed and iced the entire thing. The Sister made the fondant and decorated the whole thing.
And then, the costume. The Husband is getting ready to tie me to the train tracks.
After hiking in the mud on Wednesday, the Husband and I decided to go shopping up north in Hanalei. Hanalei is pronounced “ha-na-lay” not “ha-na-lee” as in “Puff the Magic dragon who lived in Honah Lee.” And while Puff the Magic Dragon is an excellent song, it’s not one you want to hear repetedly in your head as you drive up to Hanalei. Just sayin’.
Really, there wasn’t much else that we did that day. After wandering around the small shopping area and finding what I believe is the only knitting store on the island, because I am nothing if not obsessed, we followed the road north to it’s end. We checked out where another hike we wanted to try later started and stopped at a beach.
All photos for our drive can be found at flickr.
Google Map of Kauai…
On Wednesday we woke up early but still managed a late start due to a breakfast buffet and a sunny balcony on our room. After rolling off the chairs we made our way in our little Ford Mustang that could to the base of Waimea canyon. The drive out to the canyon was about an hour. All we knew about the canyon, aside from being one of wetest spots on earth, was that we could buy a trail map at the something or other museum. According to the map it wasn’t that far.
This is about where god or the universe or something begins laughing at the funny little dumb mortals.
The ride up isn’t long in theory. It’s a short distance. However, it’s a narrow road with a drop on one side or the other and it gives new meaning to “winding.” How that little Mustang made it up the mountain without careening off the edge with Mr. Vertigo driving I am still amazed.
The nice thing about the canyon for you wimpy non-hikers is the abundance of lookout points. We of course stopped at every one and I took way to many pictures. I’m quite manic that way.
At each stop we found roosters, the seemingly king of the island.
One of the stops let you view Ni’ihau, The Forbidden Island. It’s home to over 200 Hawaiians which makes it the largest colony of Hawaiians left on the island. It’s privately owned and no one is allowed on the island unless invited.
Once we found the museum we purchased a map and asked the cashier for the best hike. The poor woman must go through the spiel about 23,983,321 times a day, but she is very knowledgable on the subject.
We ended up on a beautiful hike that was mostly shrouded in fog and covered in mud, but the occasional glimpses of the view were enough. Once done and covered in abundant amounts of red mud, we wearily drove home and enjoyed the view of the ocean. I do admit that we slept very well that night.
All Waimea Canyon photos can be found here. (Well almost all…I took a lot)
