Meanwhile, 7,200 miles away from the nearest decent Guinness.

While you can't get a decent draft Guinness on Maui (and Lord knows I'm trying), driving by Honolua Bay is undoubtedly picturesque. If you add a swell into the mix, it's simply impossible not to pull over and marvel at the conditions and surfers who have paddled hundreds of hours to be able to handle these waves.

The railing is the best seat in the house.

This photographer got here early to stake out his tripod territory.

A small wave on the inside.

Lanai in the distance.

No taste...

In July this field was harvested and look at the cane growth already, it must be on plant steroids, which don't forget boys and girls means so are we.

Last week, having just got off the water I was sorry I didn't stay in to be backlit by this.

Last night instead, the light was so flat that I expected the day to simply limp into night, but instead it fired up in a blaze of glory before respectably fizzling out.

In an unplanned post sunset escapade, I ended up in an Irish Pub. "Pint of Guinness please" I ordered (expectantly) as coincidently the man from Dingle began to play. Having been disappointed that the real thing didn't travel well 20 minutes down the road, I shouda known better.....happily the music fared much better.

Same old - same old.

On a wind blown beach there's nothing but fun to be had when the ingredients are a giant inner tube, testosterone and young male imaginations.

Yes, they are rolling it up to the top of the beach. At which point a show off will curve his limbs in to the donut hole and be rolled by his cheering pals into the sea. Highly entertaining.

Meanwhile, not ten minutes away, this burned out tangle of spaghetti is sugar cane about to be harvested.

The same wind that makes Kanaha so fun to sail, makes this a dirty, dusty, mucky business and my commiserations if you live down wind from a field. You'd have to have a vacuum sealed house for that dust not to seep into your world.

No need to wait until you're 16 to drive on the water.

Today I was reminded that I don't need much to have fun. Small glassy people free waves (free), a gorgeous day (free), a desire to play (free), a friend to play with (free), turtles sightings (free). Drat....now my formula breaks down as I also needed my truck, the board, the paddle, the chair, the umbrella, the lunch, the camera, the phone etc. WTF, it still feels like a simple life worthy of leap of joy.

Beach practice. from Sharon on Vimeo.

A little more torture for you all.

See ya laters alligators.