Snorkeling Tunnels

My wife and I are fond of Tunnels.  The last time we were here our 28 year old son, Matthew, was two.  We remember him padding along the water’s edge with fins on his hands, a snorkel and mask on his face.  He was blonde, tan, and ever so cute.  He’s still cute.  He’s still tan but the blonde is gone.  If he was here, he’d be surfing Tunnels.

Yesterday we parked at Haena park and walked to Tunnels.  We had two sessions and found sea turtles as the sun sank low in the sky.  The water was an aqua marine color we hadn’t seen all week.  Maybe due to the onslaught of trade winds that’s had the ocean choppy and rugged since the day we landed.

With just a few days left, we have more to pack in, including a hike out the Napali Coast, and another paddle boarding session at Hanalei.  Check out the two minute video if your gills are dry.

 

Donna and Tom Snorkel at Tunnels from Tom Adams on Vimeo.

Kauai Roosters

There are roosters in Kauai.  If you’ve been here since Hurricane Iniki hit in 1992, then you may know that it blasted the island with 170 mile per hour winds and did some $1.8 Billion in damage.  I heard a stat yesterday from a Taro Farming Tour that the wind meter, mounted on the mountains above Hanalei Valley, broke off when the wind registered 200 mph.

Most locals agree that wild chickens proliferated after Iniki destroyed chicken coops, releasing domesticated hens, as well as roosters being bred for cockfighting.

The Roosters are bright and colorful.  Startling in their beauty with iridescent feathers.  They strut around town with the contenance of a king.  They seem to sleep from 9 p.m. until 3 a.m.  Other than those hours they are active with their loud cock-a-doodle-do.  Some of them sound like rooster imitations; like me imitating a rooster.

While the NeNe is the state bird, the Rooser is clearly the most widely recognized.  During a visit to Lydgate Beach Park we saw a new family of chickens.  The chicks were fresh from the egg, tiny, and following mom in a nice neat line.

The birds have total range of the island.  Restaurants, shops, parking lots.  Check out the short video of Roosters on the prowl.

30th Anniversary SUP

Donna and I celebrated on the eve of our 30th.  We paddled around Hanalei Bay on the north shore of Kauai.  We rented 10-6 Laird Hamilton SUPS.  They are big and heavy, but I caught my share of waves at the reef and Donna paddled to the end of the Hanalei River.  I took a little break, ate a cookie, then paddled up the river to find her.  That’s what I do.  Find Donna.

There were fish, turtles, herons, egrets, flowers, rain, and DONNA.  I found her just below the bridge.  We paddled back in the rain to another stunning sunset.  Even caught a few outrigger canoe teams working their stuff.  Check out the scene with this 1 minute video.

30th Anniversary SUP from Tom Adams on Vimeo.

The Sleeping Giants Woke Up

I haven’t always been a Giants fan.  I played baseball as a kid and worshipped the Milwaukee Braves.  Mostly because they drove the Dodgers crazy and the Dodgers were my folk’s favorite team.  My mom listened to them on her little black and silver transistor radio.  She hung on every Vin Scully word.

When the Dodgers moved to LA in the fifties, we got to see Eddie Matthews, Warren Spahn, Lew Burdette, Joe Adcock, and Hank Aaron in person.  Eddie Matthews, the soft-spoken third baseman with the big bat, was my favorite.  He drove the Dodgers nuts, but when we went to watch him play at the LA Coliseum he usually struck out.

Don Zimmer, rest his soul, was the worst.  He was not known as a home run hitter but in 1958, when the Dodgers moved to LA, he had the left field fence figured out.  The coliseum was a football stadium for the LA Rams, but home to the LA Dodgers for the few years it took to build them a baseball stadium.  They erected a 50 foot fence in left field to prevent rampant home runs, but Zimmer had its number.  He hit, what would have been routine fly balls in any other park, that flew over the left field fence.  He hit 17 home runs that first year, the most he hit in his major league career.

Back to the Giants.  Last night Dinard Spann and Matt Moore woke up the Giants defensively and we had a Panik Attack.  Moore came darn close to a no hitter, the giants bats made noise, and Denard Span showed serious speed.  Serious D.  He ran nearly 100 feet and reached a speed of over 20 mph to track down what would have been an extra base hit into the left-center gap in the third inning.  He made another in the ninth.  He was flying.  Joe Panik’s swing looks back and what a swing it is.  One piece, built for contact, and he can certainly take it deep when it matters.  IT MATTERS NOW!!!

So, my dear Giants, I have been patient, though disappointed, since the All-Star break.  Last night you showed your stuff, which you’ve kept carefully  under wraps.  Don’t be bashful, play Giant’s baseball?  Ball contact, speed, hits when it matters.  It’s almost September.  It’s time to go.

Dog Days of Summer

The waves have been small in the dog days. Fires burn the state and cast a faint filter on coastal light bringing fall into focus a shade early.  Our street is strewn with red and yellow leaves. I’m betting on an early winter but I have been wrong the past three years.

Got a few waves this week.  Check it out.

Small Waves, Big Smile

It’s summer and the living is easy.  At least it got that way once I got all my video production jobs out the door.  The past few days have had plenty of shapely, little waves to wipe away the woes of work.  Not that I mind the work, but this year, for whatever reason, it got a bit overwhelming.  Now it’s time to play a bit, and, of course, continue to write. 

In the mean time, check out the little surf, set to some street beats, and filtered with a bit of cartoonish fun.

 

Fun Little Waves at Linda Mar from Tom Adams on Vimeo.

Change Seven Magazine 2.2

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I submitted three flash fiction stories to Change Seven Magazine, and they published them today.  Each story is in some way connected to surfing.

Change Seven is an online literary journal that pays tribute to Dorothy Parker, that feminist dame who was so far ahead of her time that it hurt.

The origin of the site’s name comes from the following:

“It takes me six months to do a story. I think it out and write it sentence by sentence—no first draft. I can’t write five words but that I can change seven.” ~ Dorothy Parker, The Paris Review, 1956

I am honored to have my work in this journal.

The magazine is here                      https://changesevenmag.com/issue-2-2/