Perspectives on Kauai Part I

Jason and I had a trip booked with Jason’s parents to a Caribbean Island for June of 2020. This was supposed to be a thank you to them for raising that rascal. Because of COVID, our original plans got canceled. A year later, those arrangements were still pointless as the country we had intended on visiting was not accepting travelers due to continued flareups. Last fall, we determined that taking a trip somewhere was better than continuing to wait, and as traveling internationally was unreliable, we settled on the Hawaiian island of Kauai, the only standard Hawaiian island Jason and I had never visited.

at the crack
One benefit of jet lag is beholding brilliant sunrises.
lenses and waves
As a photographer, one makes sacrifices.

Part of the appeal of traveling is seeing the world from different perspectives. While it is impossible to understand the heart and guts of any location during a brief stay, a tourist’s observations and experiences should ideally at least shift their viewpoint groove. Therefore, I was thrilled by how many different perspectives we acquired on Kauai, and that’s what, as you might guess, this post and its upcoming continuations are all about.

Pa'a Dunes
The lithified sand dunes on Kauai’s southern coast were under the sea some 125,000 years ago.
abrupt abrasions
A lava rock covered in sea slime made a worthy opponent for Jason’s calf.

The Wind’s Perspective

Our first morning on Kauai, Jason and I went on a hike down the Maha’ulepa Heritage Trail. The Maha’ulepa Trail roams through lithified sand dunes worn by wind, salt, and sea into strange caverns and figures that line the shore. Just past Shipwreck Beach and Makawehi Point, only 15 minutes down the coast, Jason tore up his leg and foot on some lava rocks near a tide pool we had stopped to investigate. We had to return to our hotel before his savage wounds consumed him.

Five Sisters
This spilling ensemble fed by Mount Wai’ale’ale is called the Five Sisters.
Waimea Canyon
Each of Waimea Canyon’s many layers represents a different volcanic eruption.
among thousands
It’s rumored that Kauai contains almost 10,000 waterfalls.
Hanalei Bay
Hanalei Bay is the biggest bay on Kauai’s north shore.
Na Pali Coast
The slender sea cliffs of the Na Pali Coast rise up to 3,000 feet above the ocean.

Later that afternoon, we took a doors-off helicopter tour with Jack Harter Helicopters. In a tiny MD Hughes 500, we zipped 100-120 mph about 1,000 feet above the ground and over 2,000 feet above the water. We traversed the whole island including much terrain wild and inaccessible by foot. Having a lack of machinery between our bodies and the lush landscape far beneath us wasn’t as terrifying as I thought, but, then again, due to my short stature, I was forced to take the Captain Kirk seat. This remarkable ride ended up being everyone’s favorite piece of our whole trip, and I would highly recommend splurging on a helicopter tour if you find yourself on Kauai.

Cathedrals
The cathedrals of the Na Pali Coast are more impressive than any of human construction.
Wai'ale'ale's way
Mount Wai’ale’ale gets about 430 inches of rain a year making it one of the wettest spots on Earth and a prolific waterfall generator.
Wall of Tears
The Wall of Tears or Weeping Wall constantly flows with Mount Wai’ale’ale’s surplus.
up with Jack Harter
We’ve done helicopter tours on three Hawaiian islands, but I think this one was our favorite.

Next week, the varying viewpoints will continue.

A Catchy Con

In 2020, FanX Salt Lake (formerly Salt Lake Comic Con) got cancelled because cramming thousands of people into an indoor space was frowned upon during COVID’s most spreadable spell. However, last fall the con happened, and of course we had tickets. How did it feel to place my body in crowded hallways and exhibit halls after 18 months of staying at least six feet away from the one-person crowds at the grocery store? How did others feel about having their bodies packed into hallways and exhibit halls? Read on and all herd attitudes will be revealed.

Although masks were required at FanX Salt Lake, which was at least as protective as a fortify spell, being in those throngs of people made me uncomfortable and anxious. Was this because of the ongoing threat COVID’s Delta variant posed? (Omicron was just a twinkle in its hosts’ RNA at that point.) Was my apprehension due to the lingering misgivings associated with avoiding people for a year and a half? Or had the crowd calluses I’d built up for years to protect myself from the claustrophobia and irritation kindled by swarms simply softened over COVID’s isolation?

William Zabka
William Zabka, the villain from The Karate Kid, now anchors the Cobra Kai series with his awkward, outdated coolness.

How about the masses? Were they willing to put past precautions aside? According to FanX organizers, ticket sales for the 2021 event were within 5% of those from non-pandemic years. (That’s a real term now?) There seemed to be less attendees than normal, but there were thousands more than I’d seen over the last 500 days, so I felt like I was roaming the corridors of Gideon. We were surprised how filled the exhibit hall was, not much different from a typical Friday afternoon at this convention. Yet, the Grand Ballroom was much emptier than usual. Were attendees reluctant to sit close to others, or were the panels just less interesting to most?

We didn’t stay at FanX for an extended time as we were worried exposure to hundreds of people might ruin an upcoming trip to Hawaii, but we were around long enough to get a picture with William Zabka, do a little shopping, and attend the Cobra Kai panel from an empty corner of the ballroom.

This was our shortest FanX experience of all time, but I’d like to think it helped me acclimate back to normality. And yes, hairying up my feet, stringing the One Ring around my neck, gluing on hobbit ears, and adventuring around a massive conglomeration of booths and people all fit under my banner of normality.

Reflections on the R.A.C.

Last fall, our weekly running group, the Run Around Club (R.A.C.), hit its double digits. The task of keeping this group going, literally and metaphorically, has largely fallen to Jason and me for most of its years. Given that and the 1,800-2,000 miles the organization has spanned, a decade seemed something worth celebrating… I think you can sense where this is going.

the R.A.C.
I have so many memories of smacking asphalt with these folks.

The formation of the R.A.C. back in September of 2011 resulted from a conversation we had with friends and family members at a party about sustaining exercise motivation. The company concluded that weekly runs together might provide enough positive peer pressure and enjoyment for healthy habits to be developed and kept. After that discussion, the R.A.C. came into being with the idea that we’d take turns organizing these weekly runs to spread the responsibility amongst us. However, over time, most in our group became less eager to take on their share of the coordinating. The ball others dropped, I picked up and continued playing with though. At one point, I realized Jason and I were the only ones keeping the R.A.C. operational, and my frustration almost led me to throw in the sweaty towel. Instead, after some internal debate, I consciously accepted the duty and took full ownership of the R.A.C. along with Jason.

Ready, set, run!
The kids exhibited a wide range of race enthusiasm from comatose to pee your pants.

Why was I willing to do that? The makeup of the R.A.C. has shifted over its decade, but the essence of it has remained. The encouragement, the comradery, the giggles, the thoughtful and ridiculous conversations, and the friendships and confidence built over many miles have all endured. Whether it be laps at the rec center during winter’s dreariest months or our annual dash up the mountain to Stewart Falls, the R.A.C. connects, inspires, and strengthens. Over the last ten years, I’ve seen multiple members go from their couches to running their first half marathons and believing in their capabilities. That’s why I decided it was worth utilizing some of my planning mojo to insure the R.A.C. lived on.

We are the champions!
And the winners are…

As with the regular undertakings of the R.A.C., arranging its anniversary celebration fell to Jason and me. (Okay, mostly me.) With the help of an illustrator, I created custom t-shirts for attendees made of fabric soft enough for my picky standards. We rented a pavilion at one of our regular running spots and ordered catering from Café Rio. After dinner, we held a one-mile kids race with prizes for first place in both pre-adolescent and teenage categories. I also made a 10-minute video of the R.A.C. throughout its years using pictures and clips taken on our hundreds of runs. Aah… is anything sweeter than a sweaty memory lane?

I’m grateful for my running buddies, the beautiful trails we’ve traversed, the habits we’ve fostered, the conversations we’ve had, and the muscles we’ve earned. May the pavement be ever at your feet and your friends ever alongside you.