Pasty Makes Peace With The Beach (but not the water)

If you consciously pursue a course of action, 

one must accept the natural consequences that occur with success.

I speak of the "big, blue, wet thing" (thanks Fozzie)

that encompasses Hawaii.

I love this place and am so glad we chose to have this adventure.  

Those of you who know me well know that I firmly believe

that we aren't supposed to go inside of water.  Humans aren't buoyant and we need air.

Simple facts folks.  God doesn't want us to see what's under there

for a reason.  No good can come of it.  

Human instincts demand that we fight to stay on the surface.

But here we are, surrounded by glorious beaches and sparkling ocean.  

What ding bat would cling to her irrational fears and avoid such creations?

So we seek out each week a beautiful, unique stretch of sand.

Scott is loving the body surfing, Abby is getting braver and ventures out further.  

There are no pictures of me being swept up by a wave and tumbled head over modest swimsuit onto the beach, coming up choking, spitting and covered in sand.  

And there never will be.  

Makaha Beach 1/4/14

What you don't see is the wind that came up every 3 minutes and
sandblasted the exposed flesh of those lying on the beach.

Waimanalo Beach 1/12/14