A cool night by Kauai standards, 72. When we drove up to Koke’e State Park, the park that includes the Waimea Canyon, the temperature dropped to 59. With the rain it was uncomfortable. These changes are how folks end up with so many sweatshirts from Hawai’i.
Kate and I ate dinner overlooking the 18th green of the Grand Hyatt golf courses and some dinner plate sized yellow hibiscus. We discussed the tendency we have to want to live where we’re vacationing: Ely, Denver, Hawai’i. It occurred to me that a large part of this sentiment comes from relaxing together and re-connecting with the love we feel for each other. To the extent that that feeling drives our wish to live here, it means that where we already live is best. As Emerson said, we take ourselves with us wherever we go.
Kate’s picking our itinerary for the weekend since it’s the only fully free time she has. Tomorrow we head toward Lihue.