Today Danny and I headed up to the North Shore. It was pretty nice, to say the least. They had the best beaches up there. We actually went to three. My favorite was Waimea Bay. It had a ton of sand (volleyball anyone?), great water depth for swimming and splashing, and a 30' rock to drop off of. I jumped off the high rock, but it took me about 30 minutes to work up the nerve. That and getting insulted by 8 year olds gave me the motivation to jump. I'm not gonna lie: I'm afraid of heights.
"Kunu, call an ambulance."
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Looks beautiful. I always hate it when 8 year olds show me up too. Like skiing, I'm falling down the bottom of the bunny hill while some kid goes by and sprays me.
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