Mid-morning, we decided to head to Kapa'a on the eastern side of the island for a walk along a portion of the paved Ke Ala Hele Makalae Trail. (Read: a task that was much easier than our previous hikes this trip.) We walked from Lihi Park in Kapa'a to the far side of Kealia Beach before snapping a selfie and then turning around to head back. It was a lovely day and though the air was hot and sticky (as usual), the breeze from the Pacific was refreshing. At one point --somewhere near the Kapa'a Lookout-- I looked out over the water and remarked to the boys (I would say everyone but Abby had her earbuds in and was listening to Taylor Swift songs) that it was raining over the ocean. A few minutes later, as if on cue, the skies overhead darkened and the clouds rolled in and let loose with what can only be described as a torrential downpour. We sought shelter underneath a tree and waited the five minutes we knew it would take for the showers to pass. And of course we took a selfie under that tree. We were all pretty soaked by the time we moved on, but the sun did its work fairly handily and we were reasonably dry by the time we'd crossed into the town and settled into Bubba's for lunch (where Brady was terrorized by a chicken. There was nothing particularly terrifying about said chicken; he just took exception to it wandering around, which, for the record, is an extraordinarily commonplace sight on Kaua'i. There's a reason the country music station is called Rooster Country).
It stayed sunny until we got back to the car and we drove in and out of cloudbursts as we headed to Costco and then, a little later, back to the house.
The skies seemed mostly clear and sunny shortly after our arrival and I wondered aloud if it'd been nice here all day, so I decided to head to the clubhouse by myself for a little while. I got about halfway there when --since I'd been so bold as to muse about today's weather-- the skies once again let loose with yet more torrential rain. This time, since I was walking along a golf course, there was really nowhere to seek shelter, so I blindly wandered the path back toward the house. Fortunately for me, Adam saw me coming and was standing at the door with a beach towel as I fumbled up the steps to the front porch. They were all quite amused. I didn't find it quite as funny, especially when, after I'd changed out of my soaked clothes, I looked out the window and the sun was again shining brightly.
Later, after dinner, we walked to the nearby shopping center for (what else?) shave ice for dessert. By the time we took the trail back, the sun had dropped below the horizon. Abby, Isaac, and Brady walked ahead of us, arms linked, and sang. First it was Olaf's song from Frozen, and then they moved on to Taylor Swift's "You Belong with Me". Adam and I smiled as we listened to their little impromptu choral performance, and we really smiled when we heard the second selection, since Logan proclaimed it Lambie's Song so very long ago.
Anyway, that's today, for the most part. It was a good day. It was a wet day. And it was a day that we'll probably remember bits and pieces of for a long time to come.
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