I live on the "rainy" side of the island, and winter is the "rainy" season. I used to tell my sister, "I would never complain about rain," as I sat steeped in snow. I don't mind the rain here, but when your sister and your nephew both thrive outdoors, rain is bad. Today it was dumping buckets. My trusty blue and white umbrella was no match for this monsoon. It was raining sideways. I angled my umbrella sideways to block the gale. It wouldn't be blocked. It splashed up out of the puddles. It was - gasp - cold. I know, I know. It was not 13 inches of snow cold. But, for here, it was cold.
Mid-morning we loaded up the nephew and took off in search of sunshine. We packed "the Bob," our trusty running stroller. "The Bob" can cross a lava field. It's really quite impressive. We packed my sister's strap-on-child-carrier, just in case McNephew got fussy in his stroller. We packed our waters and snacks and the diaper bag. We headed to HPP.
Often if you drive a few miles, you can find the sun. We wanted to walk on Ala Kai Road, which boarders the ocean. It's a lovely little neighborhood where the home prices run mid-six-figures and the cars drive slow. Most Saturdays you'll see people out walking and riding bike, enjoying the crash of waves on the black cliff.
There was no sun to be found in HPP. In fact, the rain got worse. The Honda bottomed out and threw wake up over the windshield as we crashed through puddles. The green forest glittered with water drops. McNephew fell asleep and had a nice long car nap. We drove home in the rain. It's so much better than snow.
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