Another day at Anahola. I arrived late last night to find my guitar gone from my tent. I had told Eddie he could borrow it if I wasn’t there, so I assumed he’d borrowed it, and as it turned out…he had. I stayed up watching the stars and learning to play Hanalei Moon on the ukulele (since the guitar was gone). Then woke at the break of dawn to watch the sunrise. Then got up to find my guitar in my red beach chair. I made some coffee and had a cranberry muffin and some orange juice. Here’s a nice picture of the Mountain sometimes called Kong. This beach is part of Hawaiian Homeland and I’m feeling very privileged to be accepted here. People are obviously a little skeptical of strangers…especially strangers with light skin. But everyone has been quite friendly.
