Imbolc Valentine Moon
On the north shore of Kaua’i there is a small cabin, no air conditioning, set right on the beach. The shore is outside. It’s called Da Fish Shack. If you go there, you’ll find entries in its book from two Woolly Mammoths, Mark Odegard and me. Mark’s are beautiful images drawn in his immediately recognizable style, mine carved in my cursive, also, unfortunately, immediately recognizable.
(Na Pali coast)
It’s a treasure at $90 a day (now $99, I discovered.), a place to sink into the island and the ocean. Today it is on my mind. Instead of looking at the weather console reading -17 earlier this morning, I could look out on just another day in paradise. The Pacific would be there, waters and weather streaming down from Alaska and the Bering Sea, but tempered by the more southerly ocean. Not far away lies Hanalei and the Na’pali coastline. The Limahuli gardens, too.
The pace is slow. from a February 26th, 2008 entry: “4:45PM 75. Cloudy. Ocean breeze. Languid is the word. Da Fish Shack has a languid atmosphere right now; I feel enervated by the languidness of it all. Or something.”
