Our poor mango tree got a buzz cut, giving the whole house a vaguely gothic feel.
We have a view. Yippee. At least some of the jungle remains.

The gang midway through the Nu`uanu Traverse.

And the beginnings of my new tiki bar.
Random stuff on surfing, paddling, food, war, travel, queer politics, and saving the world.
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