Bill and I started our second day in Paradise appropriately. At the beach. I’m fairly certain I was the only person throughout the entire week who wore a one-piece bathing suit. Yes, it was my We Are Handsome number and I felt rather fantastic in it. I also got a sunburn the likes of which I have not had in years of wearing two-pieces. It’s like my lower back is smiling at me in the mirror!
And then we convinced Bill’s mom to join us in “zipping!” Ziplining at Princeville Ranch Adventures was pretty awesome. I would love to go ziplining on more vacations. Such a great way to see the nature! Our guides were the shit: Excellent and tons of fun, which I do not take for granted. Unsurprisingly, both of them had California ties and came to school out here at one point or another. Tiffany and Cory, whattup! (Special thanks for pointing out “the hanging tree” to us. We kind of revel in those morbid facts.)
Here’s a point of view video. That sound in the beginning is the trolley agains the cable, not me screaming. But later on, I squeak:
And then Bill takes off!
With an authentic male rooster call and an extremely rare ziplining tour guide butt shake:
My favorite part was this regular but spaced out suspension bridge. It dawned on me mid-way through the bridge that I ought to take a picture to remember the height to the bottom of the creek. Very carefully leaning to one side, I slipped off one strap of my backpack, unzipped the front pouch, and clutched tightly to my PowerShot, all the time saying to myself “Don’t fuck up, don’t fuck up.” And whaddya know? I didn’t fuck up! Happy to say my camera made it through the overwhelming threat of plummeting to the ground. Or water.
Hello, Mr. Mistoffelees.
Feral cats. Just the second in Kaua’i’s overpopulated feral animal issue. (First, chickens, then cats. Then boars and goats.)
Part of the Zip N Dip tour at Princeville Ranch is lunchtime down at a swimming hole. Bill and I jumped in and lazied about in inner tubes, and then I saw what seemed to be an unsoiled yet unwrapped pantyliner floating at the top of the water. So – That was gross.
Surrounding the gazebo at the watering hole was lots and lots of foliage, but also a number of wild orchids. Like upwards of 90% of the plants on the island, orchids are apparently foreign to Kaua’i as well. Cory pointed out only one single fern in the watering hole area that was indigenous to the islands. Really makes you wonder. All the bitterness I tasted when I read through The Floating City resurfaced again with stories like this. Hawai’i would be completely unrecognizable from what it is today if it wasn’t for outside settlers coming in and taking over their land.
And here’s a plant I haven’t seen since 1992 (in Costa Rica), the Mimosa pudica. The “Tickle Me” plant!
Like I mentioned, Bill’s mom came along with us for ziplining! Here she is racing one of our guides. (Cause, y’know, video or it didn’t happen.)
In the evening Bill and I went to dinner at the Dolphin, this time in search of sushi. I liked the excuse of getting dressed up for dinner one-on-one with my man. We saw some awesome heavy rain and I had me some gooood poke seafood. But the service? OH MAN, what an experience that was. I can’t tell that story without following up with the next day’s breakfast, though, so you’ll just have to wait.