Drained the pipes on Rombach Manor just so's I wouldn't have to worry about busted copper joints back in Oregon while simultaneously worrying about sunburn on Kauai. I can only fret about one temperature extreme at a time.
A pot of gold at the end of . . . awww, man . . . it says Keep Off. . . .Even ponytails grow pretty flowers over here. You need special shampoo, though.
Here's nieces Emma and Claire toward sundown at Baby Beach --
And little miss Anna. . . .
I don't know this guy's name, but he was a way better snorkeler than the rest of us.
Be something of a bother when I go to trade in the flip flops for insulated winter boots again.
