It already seems like ages ago that we were in the land of palm trees and sandy shores. But I must wrap it up with a few more highlights before completely tossing the memories to the back of my mind. And for the sake of not dragging this on forever, I’m going to combine a lot into one post.
We waited 15 months to go back to Kahuku Grill. We basically booked it to dinner straight from the airport, and then hit it up again at the end of the week.
I’m not a huge hamburger fan, but the “Shem Burger” is hands down the best burger I’ve ever had in my life. Do yourself a favor. Drive to the North Shore of Oahu, find Kahuku Grill, and order the Shem Burger. You will thank me.
Blake spent an afternoon with Polynesian natives, teaching him all sorts of cultural traditions. We opted to leave Nash napping at home. It was a smart choice, because Blake was just old enough to really enjoy all of the activities. And I love doing special things just with him.
His “tough” face.
And then there were the beaches. Oh the beaches. Where there were always holes to be dug.
Frisbees to be thrown.
Shore “treasures” to be found.
Gummy bears to be inserted into hungry mouths whose owners had sandy hands.
Boogie boards to be navigated.
Handfuls of sand to be thrown into the water over and over and over.
Swimsuits to be lost. (Had to.)
More holes to be dug.
And, of course, mounds of sand to cover every surface.
We packed up quite a lot of that sand and flew it back home with us via our suitcases, camera bags, sunglasses cases, portable electronics, etc. Worth it? 100%.