… is all I have to blog so far. But we packed a lot into the first 3 days that Bailey and I spent on Maui with my mom and dad last week.
Bailey did really well on the trip over. She fell asleep as we were taxiing on the runway after landing at LAX for our 3 hour layover. I thought I’d missed my window of opportunity when I had to wake her, but she fell asleep again as we taxied to the runway to take off and slept for half the flight from LAX to Maui!
Dad surprised us by coming to the airport when my flight came in. We had the traditional island meal of IHOP (what? You’ve never heard that about IHOP? 😉 ) before heading off to Ka’anapali to the Maui Ocean Club where my mom owns three weeks but has never stayed longer than two.
We started the week with a relaxing day by the pool, but I didn’t bring out the camera until we headed to the beach. Dad kept his socks and shoes on the whole time, but since he’s perpetually relaxed I don’t really think it hindered his enjoyment. I, on the other hand, somehow forgot how much I hate sand and ended up covered in it and far wetter than I planned to be. It was days before I stopped finding sand in everything and it’s still trapped in the fibers of our suits.
We spent our second full day hanging out at dad’s house at the Makani Olu Ranch in Waikapu. It was almost like being a kid again, hanging with my mom and dad. Sometimes it’s hard to remember just how alike they are, but though they come from different angles and have different reasons, they are so very similar in the end. A slow pace, steady and even. Predictable and comfortable. I always know I shouldn’t expect to rush when I’m near either one of them, though my brain still has a hard time accepting what it should know quite well.
We walked up to the pasture to meet the new baby goats, one of them (the little white one) was just a week old. They followed us, glued to our heels as if they were puppies instead of livestock. The littlest was barely bigger than dad’s shoe — as Bailey would say, “so coot!”
Apparently they have the largest herd of Texas longhorn cattle on Maui. They were very friendly and curious, several almost ate my camera getting far too close for me to focus a proper shot. It does make you feel a little unprotected being out there with dozens of them, though. I had a hard time turning my back on them.
After we met the livestock, we took a 4-wheeler ride up the mountain to see the property from above. What an amazing experience and one I’m so glad we didn’t miss. I almost passed on the ride because of my fears for Bailey’s safety, but at 5 mph and in the very capable and careful hands of my dad, she was safe and sound on our ride. We didn’t even get to see it all, so I hope to have the opportunity to check out more next year.
I stopped myself from editing out the pink tint on the (scary) bridge in the photo above because it really is just the red dirt. Copious amounts of it cover everything on the property, including anyone who passes through, especially if they pass through on a 4 wheeler. My camera bag is still covered in so much red dirt that I was afraid I would have to declare it to the USDA inspectors.
I have a bunch more to blog even from the ride at the ranch, but I am sure my thousands of adoring fans will try to remember that patience is a virtue (yes, honey, I’m talking to you) and will gladly wait for the second installment.