It was a picture perfect Sunday morning, so we paddled out from Makena Landing in hopes of close encounters with turtles and whales.
As any eager kid would, I baggied the good seat with a clear unobstructed view of the ocean, but I think the stroker does more work than the steersman?
We were not disappointed as we did we see turtles and whales (in the distance), not to mention the rare sight of my lily white legs in the mouth of Moby Dick! And taking of dicks......we ended up at 'little beach' which on a Sunday is a favorite spot for naturists! The plan was to go ashore and hang out (figuratively speaking) take a break and paddle back. However, as the wind picked up so did the probability of my whining, so we headed rythmically back to base camp one stroke at a time.
Back on land we basked in the sun , enjoying the numerous variations of blues greens, blacks, browns and whites.
Jack Sparrow trying to steal our bounty for his lunch.
A quick prayer before snorkeling never hurt.....
......especially when exploring the shore break!