Part 1…The Queen’s Bath, a beautiful and terrifying place…The progression of a risky hike…Check out these photos!

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Queen’s Bath looks relatively innocuous but is known to be deadly. Many swimmers have died here by the unexpected surf sweeping them away, especially in the more rough winter months. This is the only photo we “borrowed.” All other photos are ours. Tom didn’t take the camera with him when he went down the final steps to the water while I waited behind.

As many times as we’ve heard, “Don’t go into the water at the Queen’s Bath, especially in the winter. It’s too dangerous,” our curiosity still nagged at us, especially knowing that access to this mysterious pool of water down a deep and treacherous path was only a two-minute drive from our condo.

This was a small portion of the trek we traveled down to the Queen’s Bath.

Here are a few direct quotes/reviews from TripAdvisor regarding recent visits to the Queen’s bath from other travelers:

“BE CAREFUL”
4 of 5 stars Reviewed February 10, 2015
“I used a guidebook to find it, and almost ended up in a VERY dangerous place….eventually found Queen’s Bath, but it can be treacherous. I advise extreme caution! Don’t go alone; use good judgment; watch the tides etc.The ocean is unpredictable as it is beautiful! Don’t try this if you are not in pretty good shape; it takes some hiking and climbing to get there 🙂
“Rough trail!”
3 of 5 starsReviewed February 6, 2015
“I wouldn’t do this with small children, unsteady Grandpa, or folks scared of edges. When we got there the surf was super rough, so we didn’t make it around to the Queen’s Bath, per se.”
Visited January 2015
“Beautiful but Risky Destination”
4 of 5 starsReviewed January 26, 2015
“We decided to visit this site only after 2 weeks of dry weather (unusual on the north shore in winter) and on a day with no high surf warning. Nevertheless, the trail was slippery in places, especially when it arrives at lava rock service. My wife decided to wait for me there as I proceeded to the left (westerly, I believe) the rest of the way to the Bath. It is rocky, wet and there is no maintained path. When I arrived at the Bath, there were a number of young people in the Bath who I don’t believe was aware of the wave risks in winter. I observed from the highest point available before returning to the dirt path back up to the parking area.”
“If you decide to visit the Bath, please proceed with caution and only after investigating conditions! If in doubt, don’t attempt it. This is not a park ( Kauai, despite its beauty, friendly people and movie sets is not a theme park) and there most likely will be no one nearby qualified or willing to help you if you slip or get pulled out in the ocean. Under the best circumstances, this experience is not for everyone.”
Visited January 2015
Walking on this type of terrain may have been easy for some and certainly appeared to be for Tom. But, in my worn-out shoes, I felt unsteady.
Yep, we made it down this hill.

Yesterday, we decided to visit Queen’s Bath but not to go into the dangerous ocean pool. I’m not much of a swimmer and although Tom is lifeguard-capable, it wasn’t worth it. Instead, we decided to take the trek down the cliff to see what we how close we could get.

This spot was tricky.

We’ve discussed how difficult our lives would be if one of us was to be seriously injured. After all, we have no home to go to for recuperation. What about all the prepaid future bookings? Instead, we err on the side of caution in most of our adventures, of which there still have been many and will continue to be many more in the future.

I was thrilled when we approached easier spots such as this.

Not all adventures revolve around extreme sports, as mentioned recently in a prior post. However, many tourist activities in Hawaii require a strong under 40-year-old body, which neither of us possesses. Caution prevails.

Tom reminded me that if I fell to lean to the opposite side of the ravine. Good advice, Honey!

Yesterday, for us old-timers, one very sure-footed (Tom, of course) and me, not so sure-footed, especially in my worn-out shoes, (soon to be replaced when our shipment of supplies arrives from the mailing service), the hike down the cliff to the Queen’s Bath, was daunting, to say the least.

This path was never created for exploring the Queen’s Bath. It was worn over many years of curiosity seekers traveling down the cliffs.

The photos we’ve included here are not a totally fair representation of how steep, and at times slippery, the trek really is. I hung onto Tom’s hand most of the way up and down, especially when we walked over thick roots and wet leaves within a foot of a drop off to a ravine.

The creek below.  Crossing this area was challenging. At times I grabbed any sturdy branch I could hold onto. 

By the time we made it to the final descent, with another short but rough patch ahead, Tom insisted I stay behind and wait while he explored the pool in more detail, promising not to go into the water. I waited for what proved to be a long 10 minutes fearful that he’d fall. 

Ah, another level spot. 

When he rounded the turn and I saw his smiling face, I was relieved. Don’t get me wrong. Tom is quite steady and strong, more than many much younger. But, the terrain was difficult for any level of fitness other than those experienced hikers who are comfortable managing treacherous paths.

Finally, we could see the ocean as we maneuvered closer and closer to the end.

Making it back up the cliff was a bit more challenging. I was relieved when I looked up, up, up, and saw the parking lot. Feet firmly planted on the asphalt, I found myself feeling a slight bit of satisfaction for having gone as far as we did. 

It was thrilling to finally see the waterfalls.

Oddly, I’m physically capable of such a hike but the horrid condition of my now pain-free (due to diet) spine tends to make me a bit fearful of falling. A fall could be disastrous putting a fast end to our travels. 

It wasn’t a huge waterfall but the sight, the sounds and, the chickens crowing in the background making it pleasant to stop and admire the scenery.

Through it all, we managed to get these photos, see the waterfall, and return safely in one piece for which we’re very grateful. Would I go again? Probably not. But then again, we seldom return to the same spot preferring to always pursue the next best thing.

Another waterfall view. Oh look, there’s a sturdy stick to hold onto in the left of this photo.

Tomorrow morning, we’ll post the photos of our way back up the cliff before we take off early for our trip to the Waimea Canyon, a three-hour drive from Princeville, hoping to arrive before the clouds roll in, a daily occurrence after 10 am. Later in the day, we’ll head back to Poipu for the overnight at the hotel.

We encountered several chicken families along the way.

Have a fabulous “Hump Day.” For us, seniors, every day of the week is Saturday…pure pleasure…pure freedom.

                                            Photo from one year ago today, February 19, 2014:
How does one fall in love with an ugly frog?  While living in the African Reunion house in South Africa, this tree frog would come and go each day returning to the same spot in the rafters of the veranda. It would be gone a day to return the next while each time I’d happily acknowledge his return. Even the smallest of creatures can bring us joy. For details of that day which included a “girls only lunch,” please click here.

Part 2…A walk with the Albatross Lady…See and hear the sounds of the albatross in another new video below…

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A little sunlight and a beautiful albatross protecting her chick.

Yesterday, after another drive to the neighborhood where the albatrosses reside, now nesting with their solitary chicks, we were relieved to see that a chick that had huddled alone against the side of a house the previous day was no longer by him/herself. Perhaps, the parent had gone off to find food while the other parent hadn’t returned from the last time out to sea. Sadly, sometimes they don’t return due to illness, injury or death or for a reason none of us will ever know.

Interaction between the albatross is a gift to behold.
We saw a total of eight albatross in this yard interacting with one another as shown in today’s above video.

If only we really knew what transpires in the lives of these curious and amazing birds. We can only learn so much by observing them. In reality, that’s the case with the animal kingdom. We can only surmise the magnitude of their lifestyles and the depth of their understanding of their significance in our world, in their world.

Roger, our co-host on the tour on Friday explained how this particular house in the neighborhood was previously owned by Graham Nash, singer-songwriter of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. When an albatross chick is born in a homeowner’s yard they have the opportunity to name the chick. At one time, a chick was named Nash.
Its interesting to see how social they are with one another.

As considerable time and expense is spent in researching animal life, scientists can only speculate as to how smart they really are. Isn’t it only recently that the intelligence of our household pets are finally being realized by science, when all along, those of us fortunate enough to have a dog, a cat or another animal in our homes, knew how smart and intuitive they were all along?

As mentioned yesterday, its impossible to determine a male and female without a DNA test but, for some reason I think this albatross looks like a dad protecting his chick.

Our precious dog Willie (read his website here) as he was dying of cancer, on his last day of life dragged me by his leash to the yard of each of our five neighboring homes where he proceeded to dig up the bones he’d buried near their mailboxes long ago. That very day, the end of his life, he brought the bones back to our house placing them in a pile, seemingly content with a job well done. The significance of his action baffles us yet to this day.

This chick did a little clacking of his own when he spotted us at a good distance, always respectful of their need for privacy.

Who are we to speculate on what they could possibly be thinking or if they are “thinking” at all or merely utilizing their instinctive skills? Then again, how dare we assume they don’t “think” when we look into their eyes and see such understanding and love?

Cathy explained how these fluffed up feathers often indicate a chick is beneath this parent.

And, as we wandered through the neighborhood with Cathy and Roger on Friday afternoon, admiring the lifecycle of the Laysan Albatross, a powerful sense of “they know exactly what they’re doing.” They are smart and introspective and emotional and thoughtful and most of all, loving to each other and their young. How do I know this? 

Some of the albatross appear to have a greater need for privacy tending to nest in more hidden areas.

Walk amongst them. Watch them dance together bobbing up and down with pure joy. Watch them clean the fluffy feathers of their young with tenderness and care. Look into their black rimmed eyes filled with expression, filled with life and you too will know.

These six albatross were taking a break from the nests for fun and “displaying” as described by Cathy, our expert guide.

Its nothing eerie or mystical. It’s not about me or some communicative skills I possess with wildlife. I don’t. Its life. And when I held the camera in my hand leaning on the door jamb of the safari vehicle in the Masai Mara only 10 feet from a lion and our eyes met, I knew then. 

Some of the parents almost squash their chicks when sitting on them and others are more mindful of giving them room as they grow.

God (or whatever higher power you believe or not), put us all on this earth to cohabitate together, giving us the emotional intelligence and capacity to coexist in harmony, if only we learn to respect each other’s space, each other’s needs and each other’s destiny. 

A chick safely nestled in the grass and under mom or dad’s legs.

The Laysan Albatross come to this neighborhood (and the golf course here in Princeville) year after year, some lost at sea never to return, others returning to discover their awaiting mate (or a new mate) again and again.  In essence, we can question and speculate all we want. But, the true answer only lies in the power of life placed upon this earth for all of us to love, respect and admire.

Other albatross seem content to be out in the open clearly visible to passersby.

And that, dear readers, we do.  We admire the Laysan Albatross and again, we are humbled and grateful for the gift we’ve been given to share, even for this short time, in their world.

                                            Photo from one year ago today, February 15, 2014:

This Black Headed Oriole graced our yard at African Reunion House as we were often on the lookout for birds. For details from that date and a favorite shot at the end of that post, please click here.

Part 1…A walk with the Albatross Lady…See and hear the sounds of the albatross in our new video below…Happy Valentine’s Day!

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This parent and chick sit close to one another until the chick becomes more confident and the parents feel more at ease. In time, the chick will be left behind on its own, most likely in June or July. Although, Cathy explained, that on occasion a fledgling won’t leave the nest until August, at which time, she can go on her vacation. She won’t leave until they have all left the area and her job of overseeing them for the years is over until next November when many will return to the area.

Honestly, I don’t know where to begin. I sit here with words at my fingertips, anxious to write. I find myself stymied over how to begin to describe yesterday’s walk with Cathy Granholm to hear and see the Laysan Albatross and their 23 to 24 chicks, most of which hatched at the beginning of February.

This Laysan Albatross’s wings were fluffed up to as his/her chick was protected below.  Cathy explained that without a DNA test it is impossible to determine a female from a male.

Most survived, some did not. To see an adult albatross sitting on what is an egg that won’t hatch, in essence, a stillborn, was heartbreaking. And yet, patiently they sit, both male and female in hopes that magically a chick will appear. In time, they accept the loss and continue on in their lives, hoping for another season to come.

This albatross is sitting on an egg that will never hatch, either from lack of being fertilized or dying in the shell.  They will continue for a period of time to sit on the eggs in hopes of eventual hatching of a chick. This was sad to see.

As we walked the neighborhood where each year, year after year, they arrive to nest most meeting up with a lifelong mate and others who may drift from mate to mate, not unlike humans, who drift from partner to partner. It’s ironic how wildlife is so much like us, or perhaps, we are like them.

We couldn’t have enjoyed the time more on the tour yesterday with Cathy, Roger and for a time, Bob Waid, author of the beautiful Laysan Albatross book.

With each of the albatross banded over the years, Cathy can easily identify who is who. After 10 years of walking these streets every single day from November until June or July when the last chick, a fledgling, leaves the nest, she is comparable to a dedicated grandmother observing that each little life continues on independently. It’s dedication only a few of us have witnessed.

As shown, there’s a chick here nestled against its parent. The adults are beginning to realize they cannot sit on top of them much longer as the chicks grow.

As a volunteer for all of the Laysan Albatross in neighborhoods and golf courses in Princeville, she too, like others in her neighborhood has had the joy of albatross nesting in her own yard these past three years. 

To see them each day, a mom and dad taking turns sitting on the single egg, taking turns to fly out to sea to find food, returning to regurgitate it later to feed the chick, is truly a gift Cathy appreciates along with her daily commitment to all of the exquisite albatross throughout Princeville.

Some of the albatross nest in more private spots while others are content to be in the open, plainly visible to onlookers and Cathy’s careful and diligent perusal of their well being on a daily basis. They seem to recognize her as she approaches checking their band to determine who is who.

As a docent for the Los Angeles Zoo for over 26 years, Cathy’s vast knowledge is also parlayed into her work as a volunteer with the Kilauea Point National Wildlife Refuse.

Rather than repeat all of the wonderful information from Cathy’s well presented and rich in information website, we offer a link to her website here.

As shown in the fluffed up feathers, there’s a chick underneath this parent.

Along with us on the walk was neighbor Roger, a friend of Cathy’s who each day walks with her while he walks her aging dog who pays no attention to the albatross. Together with the three of them, Tom and I walked as she and Roger shared stories about the varying albatross families including heart-wrenching stories of mate swapping, infidelity, and abandonment again, not unlike human life of heartbreak and sorrow.

During our walk, we were joined by author Robert Waid who wrote the beautiful book Richard gave to us, The Majestic Albatross, Images of Kauai’s Beloved Seabird. All proceeds from the sale of the book and video are donated to help the albatross and other wildlife in Kauai. Visit Bob’s website here.

A chick was hidden beneath this parent.

And then, there were the happy stories of healthy chicks thriving under the protective wings of its parents who’s attentiveness and care never falters. With patient care the parents stay to ensure that when summer arrives the chick is mature enough to be left alone in the nest, knowing its time has come to venture out on its own to begin its life without family, in hopes of eventually finding its own mate years later.

From time to time, the parent arises to stretch its legs or head out for food for themselves and the chick while the other parent stays behind. If one of the parents is missing, the remaining parent will leave the chick to get food.

Perhaps, when that mate is found, they too will return to that neighborhood or golf course in Princeville, Kauai as Cathy has witnessed and verified through the banding, to begin the life cycle once again.

We are thankful to our friend Richard for connecting us with Bob, Cathy, and, for she and Roger taking the time to share the stories and insights into the lives of these amazing birds.

A parent lovingly tending to his/her chick.

Enjoy our photos and videos today and tomorrow. We’ll be back with more of each plus an interesting story of a celebrity who lived in the neighborhood and the naming of the chicks.

We observed the chick paying special attention to our approach, not frightened but curious. We stayed at quite a distance taking all of these photos with the use of zoom.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of our family and friends. As for our readers, we include all of you as our friends, as you follow us in our travels each day. That requires “friendship” which we truly treasure today and always.

                                          Photos from one year ago today, February 14, 2014:

A year ago, we shared this single photo of a pie I’d made for Tom many moons ago for Valentine’s Day. It’s a butterscotch pie made from scratch using 12 eggs whites for the meringue. Making the custard-like filling was always tricky but somehow it held together and he loved it. I never took a bite, even long before I’d given up sugar, starches, and grains. For a poem I wrote for Tom one year ago today, please click here.

A walk across the road to a world of wonder…The beauty is inescapable…Need help in identifying Hawaiian flowers and pods….

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As we approached this unusual plant we were reminded of sweet corn, which appears to be covered in a velvety cloth. It is called the Zamia Furfuracea, discovered for us by Albatross Lady, Cathy’s sister Cindy, who’s an expert on exotic plants and researched this for us. Thanks to both of them for helping us.

Yesterday, as we often do, we decided to go for an exploratory walk. For us, a walk is not as much about the exercise when we tend to meander. Stopping to investigate what peaks our interest preoccupies us rather than a concern with a therapeutic pace.

A close up of the interior pod of the above-unidentified plant. As much as we’d love to be able to find the names of all of these amazing plants, the online resources are limited to the more popular varieties. 

On every walk, the camera is firmly ensconced in my hand aimed and ready for the next possible shot. On Thursday, it was no different when we crossed Ka Haku Road to check out the condo complex across the street, Pali Ke Kau where we were determined to find the steep and treacherous path down the cliffs to the ocean.

An overlook to the sea from the ground of Pali Ke Kau across the road from our condo.

In Princeville, we’ve yet to find a beach with easy access when the entire area was built on the cliffs. For some, this may be a detriment, although for the residents and visitors it’s all a part of its exquisite beauty and charm.

This flower was our favorite of the day.

Reaching a sandy beach walking directly from road to sand only requires a short five-minute drive to Hanalei Bay to the north or Anini Beach to the south, each of which offers the finest white sand beaches only steps from readily available parking areas.

More pretty pods growing on Hawaiian plants.

As we made our way in between a few of the many buildings in Pali Ke Kau, we couldn’t resist walking close to the edges of the surrounding cliffs to appreciate the views available to the vacation home renters and homeowners who certainly appreciate the sounds of the surf by merely opening a window or a door.

The view over the cliffs is always breathtaking.

We had that divine pleasure during our six weeks on the Big Island when we had close proximity to the pounding surf outside the door of either of the two houses we rented that was next door to one another when our family visited for the holidays.

These appear to be Java Sparrows, particularly interested in sea cliff areas.

Thursday’s outing didn’t take us down the steep path to the beach this time as we planned. Instead, we were mesmerized by the sights and sounds as we walked along the oceanfront perimeter of the property.

This is the Plumbago Auriculata, referred to as Plumbago.

It is within this condo complex that we dined at Hideaways on our first night in Kauai, too tired after a day of travel and yet to return for a repeat meal. It was mediocre at best although a repeat might be worth it sometime in the future.

As we walked the jagged cliff’s edge, mindful of not getting too close, we spent the better part of an hour spotting one interesting sight after another discussing our finds along the way.

These three Red-Crested Cardinals, also known as Brazilian Cardinals in Hawaii are a popular bird in the Hawaiian Islands. Every day, they visit us on the railing of our lanai.

Of all the activities in which we partake, these walks are my favorite; Mother Nature at her finest and our undivided attention in idle chatter with one another over her bounty.

The pounding surf on the cliffs below as we walked along the edge, careful not to get dangerously close.

Whether it’s wildlife, the sea, the desert, the mountains or vegetation, we find it all intriguing. It’s no wonder we’re both like “fish out of water” when we wander aimlessly in big cities uninterested in buildings, shops, and dining establishments desperately attempting to identify a point of interest or object that appeals to our nature.

The height of this evergreen tree was unreal.  Notice Tom standing at the base of the tree to illustrate its size.

For our readers, we’re so sorry we have limited interest in big cities. Many find them fascinating and charming.  After our two weeks each in Paris and London, we confirmed that we’d truly had our fill of big city tourism; the crowds, the pushing and shoving, and the long lines.

A trap was set in a garden to capture a creature.  I can only hope they let whatever it is, go in a wild area once captured.

Before we know it, we’ll be in Sydney, Australia, one of many times we’ll spend short periods in that beautiful city.  On our first occasion, upcoming on June 11th after an 18-day cruise from Honolulu on May 24th, we’ll only be in Sydney a short time at the airport on our way to Cairns. 

At times, the base of palm trees and bushes turn bright red as in this case.

Months later, as we traverse the South Pacific traveling on more cruises, we’ll end up in Sydney overnight a few times. It is during those times, we’ll share some of the sites with our readers. We can’t totally avoid big cities and when we can’t we’ll certainly take advantage of embarking on a bit of sightseeing.

Spiny branches extend from this evergreen tree.

For now, Kauai is “where it’s at” or as Tom reminds me when I’m dreaming of future locations, “love the one you’re with.” And love the one we’re with as we’d done on our walk across the road to a wonderland of beauty we happily share with you today.

We’d never seen lilies in these colors. Beautiful.
Incorporating gorgeous flowers into landscaping makes so many areas a pleasure to behold.

Friday the 13th is like any other day.  Luck, good or otherwise, is a random quirk of life affecting us only when our hearts and circumstances are ripe.  Let good luck shine on you today and always. As we call it, “safari luck.” Gee, I can’t wait to see the kangaroos. Tom hollering in the background, “Love the one you’re with!”

                                             Photo from one year ago today, February 13, 2014:

It rained so hard in Marloth Park that we had no choice but to spend the day in the upper-level veranda where it was dry. Suffering from spider bites and itching like crazy the cooler air from the rain was comforting. For more details from that date, please click here.

A busy day…A trip to Kapaa and an evening with friends…Local pub, Tiki Iniki Tiki Bar…

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The Kauai Path was a lot longer than it appeared when we first started walking. My walking shoes “broke” with new shoes arriving in a package from our mailing service soon. In the interim, shorter walks are necessary.

Yesterday was another busy day. We don’t head out on any explorations or planned activities each day until after we’ve uploaded the day’s post. Once it’s uploaded, Tom proofreads it while I make the necessary corrections he often brings to my attention.

At the beginning of the Kauai Path in Kapaa, there were restrooms and covered shelters for those preferring to stay out of the sun.

Once completed, Tom copies and pastes the content to his blind brother Jerry in Minnesota, after removing all of the photos but, leaving the photo captions intact, enabling Jerry to have an idea of what we’ve seen as he listens to his talking computer. It means so much to him, and to us, to be able to share our stories with him.

The tide was high and on its way out when we walked the path as shown by the water in these rocks.

Usually by 10:30 or 11:00 am, we’re ready to take off to the Makai Golf Club to lounge by the pool and or my high-intensity interval training (HIIT) workout after which I join Tom at the pool for a bit of time in the sun and idle chatter with other members. 

The paved Kauai Path in Kapaa was close enough to the ocean to allow for ocean photos.

Usually, I wear my swimsuit and yoga pants on workout days, making it easy to slip them off before crawling onto my lounge chair. On a few occasions, I’d brought along my swimsuit to change into after the workout, but had a dreadful time pulling it up when sweaty. 

On the opposite side of the paved path was an area being excavated for homes to be built.

I’ve learned my lesson and now shower (required before entering the pool) while wearing my swimsuit, rinsing off from the workout. By then, it’s already my second shower of the day with a third awaiting when we return home later.

After a pleasurable chat by the pool with Richard and Larry (a pool regular), we headed out to check out the popular tourist town of Kapaa, known for its convenient shopping for both tourists and locals with its Safeway market and numerous small shops located in a strip mall.

It was a mostly clear day making the walk especially pleasurable.

Another feature of Kapaa that has piqued our curiosity is the Kauai Path, a several mile long paved walkway that borders along the ocean a few miles from the town of Kapaa. 

As we passed this area, we heard many chickens and rooster clucking and crowing.

Easily finding a parking spot at the beach, we headed out onto the path walking for no less than an hour, never quite reaching the end. We stopped several times along the way for photos. With our upcoming planned happy hour get-together, it was necessary to cut it short. We still needed time for a stop at the Safeway for a few items I hadn’t been able to find at the Foodland store in Princeville.

I was pleasantly surprised to find all the items that I’ve needed this past month, necessary for baking a few grain-free, starch-free, and sugar-free scones and muffins that make this way of eating easier for Tom. He’s lost five pounds this first four weeks, even with a number of “splurges” along the way. 

Parts of the beach were overgrown with brush and covered with lava rock, although not nearly as much as we’d experienced on the Big Island.

Gaining weight is not an option for either of us when we have such limited clothing, all of which are the sizes we easily fit into 28 months ago. By Tom losing another 10 pounds all of his clothing will feel comfortable once again. Of course, there’s the health aspect. But, I won’t start on that now.

By 3:30 pm, we returned home from Kapaa, showered and dressed for the upcoming happy hour at 5:00 pm with new friends at the local pub, Tikiniki, owned by songwriter, record producer, and guitar player Todd Rundgren and his wife, Michele. 

My grilled steak with green was tasty but the portion was much smaller than it appears in this photo. That little cup in the upper right is about one tablespoon of mashed avocado. For an additional $2, I ordered a half of a sliced avocado on the side.

Our new friends, Cathi and Rick had invited us along with their friend Jane for happy hour and Pupu’s (appetizers) at the popular local spot after having met Cathi and Rick at last week’s “Full Moon Party” (to which we’ve been invited for each of our remaining three months in Kauai).

Last night, Todd Rundgren’s wife Michele, of considerable flair and charm, seated us. At the time we had no idea who owned the trendy establishment. Our new friends explained that the well-known couple were our hosts at Tiki Iniki Tiki Bar. Rick, a lifelong guitar player, and musician has worked with many well-known performers worldwide.

Tom’s cheese-covered beef and spam burger (bun top is on the left) and fries, hit the spot for him.

Four years ago, Cathi and Rick had been to Kruger National Park and on safari in Sabi Sands while in South Africa. They are returning again in June for another memorable safari experience. We couldn’t resist sharing stories of our African adventures along with our mutual passion for wildlife.

They were the first couple outside of Africa that we’ve met that have had similar safari experiences in South Africa.  The conversation was filled with both heartwarming and adventuresome stories. Jane is joining them in June and she was excited as she anticipates the adventures yet to come.

Both Cathi and Jane ordered this pizza type flatbread.

We ordered beverages and eventually a meal with few options for me. I drank plain iced tea and ordered a small steak salad and a side of sliced avocado. Returning home, hours later, I was still hungry, snacking on appropriate items we luckily had on hand; nuts, cheese, and a few squares of my homemade low carb fudge.

Rick ordered the spareribs which Tom will order next time.

Tom had a good burger and fries, his favorite item to order in casual dining establishments. We both agreed we’ll gladly return should the opportunity arise for yet another happy hour with a light meal in the months to come. As they say in Princeville, the food here is good but not great, although the service and ambiance are usually excellent as was the case last night.

We still had our Safeway rewards card we’d acquired in Maui saving us over $7 on $27 of odds and ends.

Having worked out strenuously and walking for an hour had little effect on my ability to sleep through the night last night. As is often the case for seniors, we both have difficulty getting what feels like enough sleep each night, awakening several times during the night. 

In Africa, we’d only observed a few male animals tending to their young along with the mom. However, in Kauai with its enormous population of chickens, we’ve repeatedly noticed roosters hanging out with the hens and her chicks, intending to ensure their safety. At times, we’ve seen multiple hens with chicks that he may be responsible for fathering. Apparently, not monogamous he’s still a good dad.

How active we’ve been during the day seems to have little, if any, bearing on how much sleep we actually get on any given night. I suppose it’s the nature of the beast (no pun intended).

The rooster and hen kept a watchful eye on their chicks in the Safeway parking lot. A few birds have also gathered when a store employee had tossed them some bread crumbs during her break.

For today, we’ll stay in Princeville. The dense cloud cover discourages any attempt to visit the pool but, a walk in the area may be on the agenda. Also, now that I have the necessary ingredients, I just may do a little baking after our walk.

Simple days are also to be treasured. 

                                            Photo from one year ago today, February 12, 2014:

When we’d moved to the African Reunion House we were concerned that visitors wouldn’t come. It took a few days but they finally began to arrive. It seemed they were attracted to the grounds at occupied houses, hoping for a pellet or two. For details from that day, please click here.

Albatross chicks at last…What a joy to behold…A big spider from one year ago…

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It was only a few days ago we’d driven by this nesting site, not seeing any chicks. And yet, yesterday, we returned again to see this adorable chick safely under the shelter of her/his parent.

By no means are we experts on birds or the Albatross. In our world travels, we glean tidbits of information sharing those morsels as we move from country to country.

Often learning the finite details of a species takes more time than we may have in any given locale. Also, our diverse readership worldwide has varying tastes and interests.

As we drove by slowly we thought we spotted a fuzzy chick at the parent’s feet. Patiently waiting, we finally were able to take a few photos.

As a result, we share that which we discover along the way, less from an esoteric perspective or any degree of expertise than that of the simple love of wildlife. We are true “Jack of all trades and master of none.” That’s us.

In time, we may consider ourselves masters of travel in general. But, we still have a long way to go. Mastering the many aspects of life we encounter along the way, much of which remains a mystery to us is not from a lack of a desire to learn. In reality, our lives consist of myriad interests and pastimes that ultimately appeal to us and fall within our time frame. That’s the magic of the freedom we’ve chosen for our lives. 

It wasn’t easy getting a good photo of the chick when it was busy preening itself almost continuously. How quickly they learn to manicure their beautiful array of feathers.

One could truly spend a lifetime studying a single species and some do with a passion few of us possess. We commend those amateur aficionados and or scientists for their dedication. For us, we look at wildlife with childlike wonder for the curiosity and feeling we derive in their presence. 

This, dear readers, is what we share with you each day, not expertise, not vast knowledge, all in a hope to pique the interest in our readers to perhaps inspire them to seek more knowledge on their own or to simply sit back in their armchair or at their kitchen table traveling along with us in spirit.

Possibly, a mom and dad, awaiting the special day. Or, possibly there’s already a chick nestled under the fluffed up feathers on the Albatross on the left.

And, in our wonder, we continue to share the magic of that which not only crosses our path in happenstance but that which we pursue with joy in our hearts.

Yesterday, afternoon such a situation transpired when we drove back to the neighborhood where our friend Richard had gifted us with a tour and the joy of seeing the annual occurrence of the majestic Albatross nesting in the yards of his neighbors, particularly those closest to the sea. And there they were, two weeks later, closer to that time that any hatchling may be visible, hoping somehow we’d see even one.

This “nester” was busily clacking its beak at whatever had garnered its interest. It wasn’t us since we were at quite a distance during this shot.

And see one, we did, only one, inspiring us to return again and again in the future in hopes of seeing more.  Keeping our distance by staying in the car, we managed to get these few, albeit imperfect photos as evidence that a hatchling was nuzzled closely to its parent, whether male or female, while the other had most likely headed out to sea to return in due time with the next meal.

How fortunate, these homeowners, that at any moment they can meander their yards and neighborhood to behold this blissful sight, life in the making. For us, it’s not unlike the similarly exquisite pleasure we beheld in the bush of Marloth Park when the visitors came to call with their young in tow; a newborn zebra, a giraffe on wobbly legs, or even a mongoose closely trailing behind its somewhat jittery parent. 

In the late afternoon, on our way to visit new friends in the neighborhood, we stopped one more time to see if we could get a better photo of the chick. It’s evident that based on the wing placement of this mom (or dad) that the chick was safely ensconced beneath her feathers. 

The joy of life.  It inspires us. Whether it’s a hen and her chicks of which there are many here in Kauai or a budding flower in bloom, it’s all worthy of deriving pleasure and sharing it with our readers each day.

And each of our readers can pick and choose that which appeals to their liking and their personal interests. It is from this open heart of sharing that we present today’s post and every day’s post. For this, we thank each and every one of our readers for stopping by to see what’s on the agenda for the day.

The oceanfront neighborhood attracts the nesting of the Albatross each year.

Terrific Tuesday! Have it. We will along with you.

                                         Photo from one year ago today, February 10, 2014:

It was one year ago today, that Louise and Danie moved us to yet another fabulous house in Marloth Park, aptly named “African Reunion” when the owner has another home on Reunion Island.  This Golden Orb spider was hanging out in the carport enabling us to take this photo. For details of this date and our new residence, please click here.

Our location…Google Maps…Commenting on our posts…The making new friends continues…

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This is where we are located in Princeville, located on Ka Haku Road, the road closest to the ocean in the group of condos shown on the south side of the road in the center of this map.

With all the whackos out there in the world, a few of which send us a comment from time to time that we don’t bother to post, we don’t list our exact address. One can never be too safe. There is no place in the world that is 100% free of danger.

The albatross continues to thrive in the neighborhood.
This albatross is sitting on an egg.  Both the male and female sit on the nest, the other heading out to sea for food.

As for comments on our posts in general, we absolutely love receiving them. The way it works is simple:
1.  At the end of each day’s post, there’s a place to comment by clicking on what looks like a pencil, a universal symbol used on the web for comments.
2.  Once selected, the reader is asked to identify themselves. If one chooses to be “anonymous,” they can choose to do so. We respond whether you name yourself or choose anonymously.
3.  At the end of your comment in the box provided you can hit save or upload.
4.  Within minutes, I receive your comment in my email inbox to review before posting. Once I read the comment, I can choose to post it or not.

Look at this face!  The eyes are intriguing.

We post almost every comment we receive. The only ones we choose to delete or report as spam are those of an inappropriate nature of one sort or another.

On occasion, we’ve received a comment that is bashing our lifestyle. We don’t feel we need to respond or post to such comments. Why give haters the opportunity to have an arena to express their views? This site is not intended as a political arena or a place to express hatred for the chosen lives of others, whatever that may be.

Many gorgeous homes line the golf course.

However, 99% of the comments we receive, we post exactly as written, always responding within 24 hours or less, except perhaps on our extra long travel days.

An empty lot in the neighborhood.  What a view!

Hearing from our readers means so much to us. We’ve made many wonderful friends from communicating via comments and later by email as relationships nurture and grow. At times, our readers prefer to communicate by email and if done so, we do not post the email, keeping the communication between us and the reader.

Another lovely home in the neighborhood of the albatross.

On occasion, one of our readers wants more information on my way of eating and how it improved mine and Tom’s health (when he’s up to following it). They choose to express this privately rather than in a public forum.  We always respect the reader’s privacy by keeping the discussion confidential.

Banyon tree in the neighborhood.

However, when readers choose to share a personal story, questions, or comments on our site, we are thrilled to post it, knowing that we and our readers may benefit from their experiences.

After all, a huge part of our joy in sharing these personal details of our daily lives is derived from the possibility that others may derive enjoyment, the fulfillment of curiosity, or a tidbit of knowledge from our crazy life on the move.

This hanging item is actually a rain chain as opposed to the downspout. Thanks to our reader, Annie for commenting and educating us as to what this is.

Let’s face it, this life we live is not for everyone. In actuality, we’ve yet to meet a couple who does it like us.  Surely, someday we will. We have no doubt that others very similar to us are out there. Wouldn’t we love to share stories with them!

The golf course side of a beautiful house.

Today, we’re heading to the pool for my workout and then an hour of sun before a predicted storm rolls in with high winds and rain. At 5:30, we’re heading to the home of new friends we made at last week’s “Full Moon Party.”

Another empty lot awaiting a new house to be built.

Ken and Barb (not Barbie, she graciously reminded us) live close to our friends Elaine and Richard. And again this Wednesday, we’re meeting up with more new friends from the party for happy hour at a local establishment. What a wonderfully busy week! We’re always so grateful to make new friends.

Another Monday. It remains to be an odd feeling each Monday when I don’t have to go to work. It makes me wonder if, in time, this feeling will dissipate and Monday will simply be Monday. 

Many gated communities have fountains.

After 45 years of hard work, as most of us retirees have accomplished in one way or another, at times, we struggle with this major change in our lives, however welcome retirement may be.

For us, having a purpose whatever that may be, makes retirement simply another chapter in our lives to cherish, to enjoy, and most of all to share with others.

Happy Monday. Happy life.

                                            Photo from one year ago today, February 9, 2014:

It was a year ago today that we visited friends Linda and Ken at their home in Marloth Park. Ken was excited to show us this shed snakeskin from the horrifying Black Mamba, one of the most dangerous snakes in the world. He found this skin in the second story veranda of their home. It made our skin crawl thinking how close they came to this dreaded beast. For details on this date, please click here.

Another boring day in paradise…Adventure or not?…

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An early evening from our lanai.

Just kidding! We’re not bored. We’re never bored. 

A few days ago while returning from the grocery store alone, driving down Ka Haku Road, the main road in Princeville, I asked myself an important question, “If this was our lives permanently, would we be happy?”

The residents of Hawaiian are very proud of their love and preservation of wildlife and their land.

After all, we’re in the most beautiful village either of us has seen anywhere in the world including in the US mainland; ocean and mountains all around us, perfect weather, exquisite vegetation, minimal traffic, friendly people, no worn and tattered neighborhoods, no visible local dump and quiet, except for the sounds of the singing birds, the crowing roosters, and the clucking hens.

Searching deep within my heart, the question lingered for the short drive home. As I pulled into our assigned parking spot, the answer became clear. With the wanderlust still deeply rooted within our hearts, we couldn’t stay put, here or anywhere else.

Eventually, we visited Kileaua Point after seeing this sign on the highway.

It isn’t about the “place” for us. Today, I recalled a day in late February last year when Okee Dokee took me to the dump in Marloth Park and I jumped for joy when we arrived when I saw all the Marabou Storks sitting atop the piles of garbage. (Soon we’ll approach that date and we’ll share the link and a photo at the end of the post as the “photo from one year ago today.”)

Good grief, I was at the dump and I was happy. Earlier, we’d been in the often higher risk cities of Mombasa, Nairobi, Istanbul, Johannesburg, Cairo, and more, and we were happy, grateful for the experience, absorbing the varied cultures. Potential dangers lurked in sidewalk cafes and street corners as we cautiously absorbed the knowledge these cities had to offer.

Yesterday, Tom and I took an online test (separately) to discover our “types” and we both were described as “adventurous.”

These bodies of water are part of the Wildlife Refuse encouraging the life cycle of many varieties of birds.

Often, one thinks of adventure as only high-risk sporting adventures. We’re too old, unfit, and unwilling to be injured putting a fast end to our travels with a broken leg or back. But, adventure means so much more.

Adventure is of the heart, of the spirit, of the nature of stepping outside of the “safe” zone for the experiences we’d never had staying permanently in one place.

Stretching ourselves to the limit and yet staying within the realm of safety knowing that I have a serious spinal condition that could teeter in a single fall making a degree of caution be the order of the day.

This area is not open to the public to preserve the integrity of its purpose.

Oh yes, we walked the torturous three-hour walk to Petra on rough terrain. Yes, we walked the steep hills and rocky terrain in many other countries. Yes, we went on unbelievably wild boat rides and 4×4 off-road adventures in various parts of the world. But, the adventure doesn’t begin and end there.

The adventure is in our hearts knowing every single day of our lives that we have no home. We have no place to go and repack our bags. We have no storage filled with stuff to set up housekeeping. We don’t own a frying pan, a sheet, a TV, or a car. 

We took these photos on a cloudy day which is difficult to avoid a few days each week.

“These are all good things,” so says Tom as I read this aloud to him as I write. When we were on our first cruise, the art auction people approached us asking if we’d come for the free champagne and art auction at 3:00 pm. I laughed aloud and said, “We don’t have any walls. Where would I put a piece of art?”

Tom stopped dead in his tracks, raising both thumbs with a huge smile on his face. Many times since, he’s used that expression, “We have no walls.” We both love what that means for us.

The scenery away from the ocean is beautiful.

If a medical issue immobilized us for a period of time or permanently, and I assure you, someday it will, we’ll be faced with the fact that one of us may be in a hospital and the other staying in a hotel with no home to return to.

That’s a risk but, in essence, it’s all a part of the adventure. We’ll figure it out. Either one of us alone is capable of figuring it out. And yes, we’ve discussed this possibility infinite detail.

Clouds lingering in the hills.

No, we don’t skydive. No, we don’t bungee nor do we do zip lines. No, we don’t do 12-mile treks up mountains and dangerous terrain. But, each and every day of our lives, we live with the reality that risk is at every bend in the road.

We’ve had a cobra at our feet. We’ve been within 10 feet of a lion in the wild. We’ve had poisonous insects inside of our shoes. We’ve had an angry elephant head toward our car in the wild.  

One of several one lane bridges we cross when exploring. The other drivers are very considerate when crossing.

We’ve spent 34 hours getting from one location to another with nary a complaint or a moment’s sleep. We sailed on a ship with 50-foot swells, all the while giggling and taking videos of the excitement without a moment of seasickness. We’ve sailed through the dangerous waters of the Gulf of Aden where the true story of the movie Captain Philips transpired.

So, dear readers, for a time we languish in the luxury and ease of life in Princeville, Kauai where the riskiest possibility is stepping in rooster poop.

View of a channel from a one-lane bridge.

And yet, we’re content for now, living in the moment (as Tom says, “Love the one you’re with”), and happy with the thought that soon we’ll be on our way to a slightly more adventurous location, Australia. We can’t wait for a safari in the Outback if there is such a thing.

Be well.

                                            Photo from one year ago today, February 8, 2014:

One year ago, we visited a restaurant on the Crocodile River and spotted this hippo with some bird friends. For details from that day’s story and more hippo photos, please click here.

Healthcare while traveling the world…What type of insurance pays abroad?…Check out the precious photo from one year ago!…

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A Cattle Egret we spotted while driving.

It’s been a long time since we’ve written about our health insurance, a relatively boring topic as far as I’m concerned. Nonetheless, it’s a topic we must address at least once a year.

A drove along a beach road at low tide.

People we meet often ask about the type of health insurance we have and how it works when we’re traveling the world. Three years ago when we began to plan our travels, we asked these very same questions:

1.  Will Medicare pay for my medical expenses while aboard? NO
2.  Will Tom’s health insurance, still in effect until he’s 65 (he’s 62 now), cover him outside the US? YES
3.  Are any prescriptions covered? NO
4.  Are doctors visits covered? NO FOR EITHER OF US.

Many sunbathers are out on cloudy days.

I’m reminded of these questions this morning when I called the UK from which our travel insurance generates (calling at only $.023 a minute on Skype) to give them a new credit card number (an old card number was stolen and since replaced while we were on the Big Island) instructing them to go ahead and charge the annual US $3462 due at the end of this month for the policy that covers both of us.

Why have coverage for both of us when Tom already has insurance?  His insurance doesn’t include emergency evacuation.  Our combined policy with Healthcare International covers emergency evacuation for both of us and the cost for either of us to travel back to the US in the event of the death of an immediate family member (up to $5000).

Snorkeling on a sunny day.

When I turned 65 in February 2013, I qualified for Medicare and now have a Medicare card for Part A which only covers a portion of major medical. Since Medicare doesn’t pay while outside the US, I waived Part B (via a document to the US govt.) and also the purchase of a supplement. Why pay $250 a month (for Part B and a supplement) for insurance we can’t use while we’re traveling? 

With a plan to be outside the US for years to come, health providing, and with little need for doctor visits at this time (neither of us has visited a doctor in 26 months) it made no sense to pay for anything other than major medical and travel insurance for me.

Each night we wander across the street to check out the whales and the waning sun.

In actuality, Tom is double insured for major medical when he joined me in the policy for the emergency evacuation and family member death features which includes major medical (hospital stays). 

If and when we need to visit a doctor in her/his office, we’ll happily pay out of our pocket when costs in most countries are considerably less than in the US. Many would say this plan is foolhardy. For us and our unique circumstances, it makes the most sense financially and otherwise.

The trek down to the beach across the street from us is treacherous.

Of course, the policy with Healthcare International covers 100% of any hospital stays including surgeries and other procedures if necessary. In other words, as referred to in the US, we have “major medical” coverage, all we feel we need at this time. 

In 10 years, we may feel differently but for now, this plan works for us. It may not work for others, if they frequently visit their doctor for prescriptions and medical checks.

Healthcare International has a wide array of other policies including more comprehensive coverage that includes doctor visits but for us, at this time, it is unnecessary. 

A solitary orange leaf amongst green other leaves.

Tom no longer takes any prescriptions and I take only a few which I purchase online from BBB approved ProgressiveRX buying one year’s worth at a time, paying out of our pocket without the use of any insurance. The total annual cost for these three meds is under US $500, less than we previously paid for co-pays for these same drugs. Go figure.

If any of our readers have further questions regarding our insurance please feel free to click the included links, post a comment at the end of today’s post or ask us a question via our email posted on our site at the top of the page, on the right side. We’ll answer your questions within 24 hours at most.

It’s always easy to find a beach at the end of any road heading in any direction.

This can be a complicated topic. For us, we like to keep it simple, like everything else in our lives when possible.  In all probability, we may be traveling for the remainder of our lives. Should we settle somewhere if health requires, we’ll address the issue at the time. In the interim, while continually on the move, we’re comfortable and at ease with our current solutions.

Today, we’re off for our lunch date at the Westin Hotel in Princeville with Elaine and Richard where we’ll take more photos of the exquisite luxury resort and perhaps of few of ourselves while we languish in delightful conversation with our new friends.

Have a fabulous Friday!

                                            Photo from one year ago today, February 6, 2014:

Its hard to believe it was a year ago that we took this photo of a Vervet Monkey and her baby as they looked down at us while we sat on the veranda at Khaya Umdani. What an amazing start to a day. We love the baby’s super thin pinkish ear which eventually will be close to the head. For more photos from that date, please click here.

A fabulous party…Meeting new people with common interests…Are we driven by money?

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Tomorrow, we’re taking Richard and Elaine out to lunch at the Westin Hotel.  In our typical “senior style” we drove to the Westin yesterday to check out its location and grounds. While there, we encountered a steep treacherous path down to the beach. With improper shoes on, we only walked partway down, planning to return when my new walking shoes arrive in an upcoming package from the mailing service. I’m using crazy glue to hold my current shoes together in the interim.

Last night’s “Full Moon Party” couldn’t have been more enjoyable. We met many locals, most of whom live in the neighborhood of our hosts, Louise and Steve. We were not only appreciative of Richard for inviting us but also for Louise and Steve welcoming strangers into their home.

The edge of the golf club reaches the sea.

As most cocktail type parties often work, we find ourselves in a huddle with three or four different people, one at a time, chatting on endlessly. Much to our surprise, many of the guests were frequent travelers, not only to Hawaii and back to the mainland or other countries but, from all over the world.

It was interesting to hear the suggestions of places we should visit, not only here in Kauai but also in other parts of the world. As mentioned in a recent post, we seriously pay attention to suggestions especially when we hear one repeated over and over in our travels.

This was the easy beginning of the path to the beach.

One couple has spent 40 years traveling to Australia where a son lives and they love traveling. They’ve been to each of the popular cities, states and territories and many remote areas, offering numerous suggestions as to the areas we should visit.

Stopping along the path provided excellent views of the treasure below.

As we listen to the various suggestions throughout the world our minds are spinning interpreting our personal tastes with those of others. Many travelers enjoy the big cities, the popular tourist spots, snorkeling and scuba diving. 

It was at this point the path became extremely steep as can be notes from the left in this photo.

With our tastes leaning toward culture, vegetation and wildlife, some of ours and their interests coincide.  Another lovely couple had been to Kruger National Park and other areas on safari in South Africa and we all reveled in sharing our endless stories of wildlife adventures.

We moved closer to the edge for more shots.

Most assuredly, we made new friends and will see these people again in our remaining months on the island of Kauai. The one commonality we all share is our love for Kauai. Several asked why we don’t settle in Kauai sometime soon before housing prices get any higher than they are currently.

On the way back down from the steep path to the beach at the Westin Hotel, we were in awe of the views.

It’s not easy to explain why we have no interest in settling. Some of the travelers we’ve encountered in Princeville can easily afford both frequent travel and homeownership. For us, the budget prevails. 

If we had a permanent home and it resulting expenses, we would be like the majority of the middle class, an annual vacation of one or two weeks would be all that is affordable. That life, for us, at this point holds no appeal. 

Perhaps one day while in Kauai the mountains won’t be hazy.

Do we really love the wanderlust or are we merely driven by financial reality? In our case, we really love the wanderlust but, we accept that the only way its possible is to not have a home, storage, cars, etc. 

Our candor on this topic sometimes surprises people we meet. One party guest asked last night, “If you could have both, would you?”

As we walked back up to the level areas of the path, we turned around to note the uneven and steep path. Turning an ankle was a real possibility when the ground was covered with acorn like nuts that had fallen from the trees.

Emphatically, the answer is NO. We don’t want to be worrying about the upkeep and maintenance of a property from which we’re gone all the time. Why bother?

The party, intended to end at 8:00 pm, continued on and finally we were on our way home. The clouds were too dense to get a good shot of the moon once we returned home. 

What a view from our lounge chairs at the Makai Golf Club’s pool.

Unfortunately, none of the food at the party was appropriate for my way of eating. As a result, I scrounged around eating leftovers, nuts, and cheese. Tom, still on his “24 hours of eating bad when we’re out” ate the remainder of a bag of tortilla chip including a brownie at the party. Today, we’re both back to our healthy diets.

The pool’s temperature is maintained at a cool 80 degrees, perfect for a dunk or swim on a warm day.

Soon, I’ll head to the club to workout while Tom stays behind enjoying time on his own, a rare occurrence.  Its somewhat rainy and very cloudy today which will keep us from lounging at the pool, although a walk may be in order. 

In our lives there’s no urgency to pack everyday with activities. We have all the time in the world.

                                           Photo from one year ago today, February 5, 2014:
There was no photo posted one year ago today. However, please click here for the story.