Just a little pink…
Great day at Little Beach at Makena… sun burn and a chance to get over my “I live in southeast Alaska where waves are small’ fear of getting my head pounded into the sand by waves. Norm finally understood that when I say “they scare the crap out of me” I’m talking about the very waves he skims along on his short board. He held my hand and calmly talked me through ‘duck and bob’ I had fun with waves bigger than me!
Last week we spent two nights up on Haleakala volcano, cool thin air, more stars than seems possible and my favorite birds the Nene. We hiked enough for this nearly 50 year old woman to wonder if she’d be able to stand up again then we hiked enough for me to feel pretty damn strong at the end of our trip up Switchbacks. Nearly 2.8 miles from the floor of the volcano up to the car… air getting warmer and thinner as we marched along. The last part got my better than last time blood pumping, my marching steady chant was “Ashtanga breath of life”. Corny but needed when the body is not as willing as the mind. …and the mind has a tendency to say what the fuck? A little subtraction and we have the elevation change of: a thousand fifty feet. That’s why it’s called switchbacks.