This seems to be a favorite trick at Olowalu. Generally calm conditions attract families and their young 'uns. Chris and Steph came out with their kids and Steph's mom, who I last met in Seattle almost 17 years ago. We had a nice chat over brunch snacks then braved the high winds at the beach, where thorny branches broke off kiawe trees and pelted our legs painfully as a flotilla of trash set sail from an encampment left unattended by clueless budget vacationers. Even on
"a bad day" there's no place I'd rather be than at the beach. It's been that way since I was the size of this child.