Penultimate day on Maui.
Sad in a way, sure, but ambivalent too, knowing we’ll be returning home soon; indeed, pleased to be possessed of a longing for a place called Home. Don’t ever want to take that for granted.
Here’s a Utube video (30 secs) I took at the Nakalele Blowhole yesterday, annotated free of charge with exclamations by Yours Truly!
Unimpressed? Well then, please note “free of charge.”
Don’t know why this video was not embeddable in the old style html format, to make it backward compatible with browsers as old as the Permian and thus viewable within this post instead of having to redirect you elsewhere, most videos I upload to Utube are, this one was not and I am left to assume it had something to do with the vicissitudes of Internet transmission this morning. Hmm.
sorry disappointed about that.
Incidentally, take a good look at the Blowhole. In 2011 a 40-some year old man was standing very near it when a large wave breached the rocks and knocked him off balance. He fell, and witnesses said they saw him reappear briefly before another wave crashed over him and he disappeared into the hole. He was never seen again.
Here’s another freebie, something you don’t see every day, a sea turtle:
Shortly after snapping this picture an exceptional wave crashed against the nearby rocks soaking my phone. I quickly wiped it dry best I could, but it instantly began exhibiting weird behavior. Through the fog of damp eyes and no readers I saw the Android icon appear on screen with a warning NOT to turn off the phone while downloading — I didn’t ask to download anything — followed by the phone rebooting itself, however the sd-card was now empty, or faulty, I couldn’t make out what it said before it rebooted again, failed, and eventually went dark.
Foolishly, I shook it, thinking this might help. Nothing. Walked to the condo, shaking it once or twice again (and what is it a symptom of when one repeats over and over again an identical action expecting the outcome will change?), then once inside the condo removed the gel cover, the back plate, the battery and the sd-card, blew on the phone guts now exposed and waved the phone in air expecting — hoping really — this would dry the innards and restore her to operative health.
Except… there’s always an exception, the sd-card, she no have data anymore. Nothing — tabula rasa. Crap.
Deployed Happy Wife’s hair dryer!
Turned it on HIGH. More drying… even removed the sd-card and “fiddled” with it. Got superstitious — stood on one foot and twirled in the kitchen with sd-card overhead. Had anyone witnessed this a call to the sanatorium may have been placed.
Repeated this exercise a few times and finally the phone worked AND the sd-data stubbornly re-appeared (clicking on a stored photo eventually rendered the photo to the screen, yes, but this required an inordinate amount of time indicating the phone had to relearn everything all over again).
Off to the cleaning station today to be with the turtles one last time and bid them farewell.
Think I’ll leave the phone home this time, though.