A great vacation comes to an end. Things we will remember: going for ice cream with the four little ones after dinner. When Grandpa flashes the “special signal” (something between a referee’s technical call and an East LA gang sign) the kids know it’s time to line up for a trip over to Whaler’s Village for Haagen Dazs!
And, of course, there were all the wonderful hours by the pool, tanning, ordering mai tais, and setting water slide speed records. John may have turned water sliding into the next Olympic event.
However, the award for the most heroic feat of the trip goes to Daniel. It wasn’t just that he (along with John and Bobby) scampered up the craggy face of Ka’anapali Beach’s Black Rock and leaped the twenty-some feet into the Pacific ocean below. No, that was just for starters. The stuff of legend began after John’s jump, when he realized that the force of hitting the water had pulled off his wedding ring and sent it drifting to the ocean floor.
All those years of swim team work-outs paid off in the moment when Daniel borrowed a pair of dime-store goggles from an onlooker and dived down fifteen feet in the swirling water. No one believed he would manage to find a needle in that watery haystack, but he somehow, miraculously, managed to come up holding the ring aloft. Our hero!
The rest of the trip was less eventful, but all of it was fun. We’re very sorry to say Aloha to Maui…