beaches | Saying nothing in particular

This is one of the places I really wanted to see on the island of Kauai. Quite obviously, it is a beach. But why, at eleven in the morning on a sunny day (practically unheard of on the northern coast of that island) is it practically abandoned? Especially as a famous scene from a movie musical released way back in the late 1950s was filmed here.

I know, I know. Some of you weren’t even born back then and who cares about musicals? Well, having no television, I grew up on recordings of all the great musicals and, at one point, had all of the songs memorized! On snowy days, my sister and I often reenacted this scene in our drab living room, imagining we were on an island in the middle of the South Pacific so very far away.

As to the question of why this beach is practically abandoned, well, it isn’t easy to get to. The two lane coastal road leading from Hanalei to the Lumaha’i Beach is often washed out or in constant repair. There are many one lane bridges meaning you have to wait your turn (minding the Hawaiian rule of “five cars”). And, once you get there, the parking lot is a mud and boulder-filled pit only suitable for Jeeps and the off-shore currents are notoriously deadly.

I can’t imagine how they managed to get all the film crew and their equipment to this spot way back when. There’s got to be a story there!

Where do you want to go next? More beaches or back to the Bowery circa 1968?

Options, options, too many options!

I haven’t been blogging much recently for a couple of reasons. First, I’ve been trying to figure out how to self-publish using Createspace. Or perhaps that should be, how NOT to self-publish using Createspace. Sheesh. Right now I’m at a loggerheads involving pricing and distribution and waiting for a callback from their support staff, so, why not skip on over and join Norm Frampton’s weekly doors event I thought!

The second reason for not keeping up my blogging schedule is, I’ve been down in San Diego helping take care of a two month old baby, my grandson. He lives with his family across the street from a state-run campground with a Five Star view. And how could it not? It’s literally perched on a cliff above the Pacific Ocean. Below is a pebbly beach which almost disappears at high tide.

Although it’s location and view are Five Star, the camp is quite equalitarian. You’ll find million dollar, high tech Winnebagos sitting next to folks with just a tent and camp stove. I didn’t take any pictures (sorry Norm), because I figure people don’t go to campsites to be featured on #ThursdayDoors. However I did take photos of the stage (above) where camp rangers give presentations on ecology during the day and movies are shown at night. They have doors of a sort but I have no idea what’s beyond them.

And lest you wonder where the heck the real doors are – drum roll please – I present the camp store.

A place where you can purchase items you’ve forgotten such as toothpaste and aspirin.

After a long day of changing poopie diapers, getting spit up on, and making endless bottles, what better way to relax than watching the sun go down on a pebbly beach. Have a lovely weekend everyone. It’s supposed to be hot, hot, hot here. Rats!