When you spend a bit of time by the ocean they become a part of your life and the sounds you hear and the rhythm of your thoughts. Manini beach - our beach - the beach we visit everyday was hit by the trailing edge of the phenomenon that wrecked havoc in Japan last year. It swept a few homes off their foundations. Sandy Esperanza, the beach supervisor, showed us where the homes were jostled around by the tsunami. The beach was closed for six months.
I went to Captain Cook's memorial today. It's a short SUP or kayak ride from Manini but we didn't want to chance it with Evan and the rougher surges of the last few days. So I walked down the long way. I stood on the edge of the lava rocks with my camera as a wave came crashing into the rocks. I was standing at least twenty feet into dry rock when I started taking these photos. By the time I was finished a few seconds later my feet were damp. I guess it was a bigger wave than the last few. At it's peak the spray is about 30 feet up in the air and the ocean is about 20 feet below where I'm standing.
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