We went to Kauai a couple weeks ago with Nana and Papa. It rained the first day, as it is apparently wont to do in the Garden Isle (like Portland, the rain is the secret to how it stays so lush). Lucy came out once again as a true Oregonian, not even noticing that some people might think the weather was less than perfect. (Later in the week when the sun came out Lucy was HOT.)
We spent the day trying to find a beach we could actually go on, because the surf was way up on the North Shore, and most of the beaches had disappeared for the day (the ocean ate the sand) or were temporarily closed.
But we finally found the lovely Lumahai, with a stream to splash in and a sand shelf for jumping, and though we couldn't swim, the waves were lovely to watch. Also, Oscar got to chase all kinds of fowl (ducks, birds, chickens) and discover the joys of throwing sand, both of which turned out to be the things he loved doing most for the rest of the vacation.
We ended the day by the pool back at the hotel, where Lucy made friends, and when trying to coax Oscar into the shallow beach side, said, "Come on in, the rain is fine!"
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