Ever been to the beach on Coconut Island? …No? How unfortunate. This slice of paradise is accessible by paddle power only–no motoring up to this spot with your hot dog ski boat. The island has been proposed for a few different things during recent memory, the most interesting being a residence of an heir to an unnamed fortune. What pleasure that man must have received waking up every morning on that ultra private spot in the middle of Kaneohe Bay. But that is ancient history. Currently, the island is being used as an aquatic research plantation for the University of Hawaii. Can you say private? Another use is that of uninvited guests who sneak up on kayaks with festive kids and adult beverages. This brings me to the photos at hand. The day started promptly at 8am with kayaks loaded to capacity with…well you know…kids and beer. After giving Uncle Brett and Cousin Mason a quick run down of our desired course and a couple emergency pointers we embarked on the days adventure. Once again, the bay did not disappoint and provided us with oily conditions that had us sliding along very smoothly. Once we landed at our destination it was full on Corona commercial time. After many hours of playing the custom coconut drums, finding rare seashells, lounging under the custom palm roof hut, snorkeling the drop off, practicing our tahitian dance routines, and water dips with Cuzzo Lights in hand, Uncle Brett and I sat back and admired our kids doing what kids do. Brett, who is my trusted musical consultant and self-described music snob, pulled up on his phone the one and only thing that could make the day any better. After a quick search of his favorites he turned up the volume and let my new favorite song fill the warm humid air. That song was Oh! Sweet Nothin’ by The Velvet Underground. If you haven’t heard it before, I do recommend you look it up at your leisure. Cheers – RM
For all you land lovers I give you our Thursday morning cruise. Normally I would have chosen to be hunting the offshore ono ledge on the Capri M. but the 3O mph winds made solid ground the obvious choice for the day. Since the weekend warriors were all stuck at the barracks cleaning their guns and boots we had the entire place to ourselves. The exception being the 40 middle schoolers who were hiking back from the point and made it quite clear that they had had about enough of the elements. One outgoing youngster hollered at me as I rolled by with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on a cold cuzzo light…”hey Uncle I like one ride!”. Not today sonny boy. – RM
Spent an ethreal Sunday doing a whole lot of nothing except keeping the leisure dream alive. Kristen, Capri and I picked up expecting parents Paul and Ashley for a bit of bayside adventure. We felt like explorers discovering a new land as we dropped anchor at the picturesque Secret Island which is more like a peninsula but who cares it is still off the beaten path enough to discourage the unadventurous. The South Pacific vibes were going strong as we chatted the afternoon away under the shade of the Kualoa mountain ridge with cold beverage in hand. Although the entire crew of the F/V Capri M received great pleasure from our relaxing surroundings I can’t help but think that baby Liv, cozy in her mother’s womb was having the best time of all. – RM
Camping on the Bellows Military compound is a bit regulated for my tastes but it does have it’s benefits. One being it keeps the riff raff from showing up at your camp site unannounced and empty handed. Last weekend provided what possibly could be the best weather and ocean conditions I have experienced at the traditionally onshore beach in over 20 years. I mean to have pure glass to the horizon is unheard of in these parts. I took full advantage of the epic water with sunrise paddles on the yak each morning and was blessed to bring home a bit a sashimi for the family with each trip. On the first night Capri and I sprung a leak in our air mattress and ended up on the ground by 5am… all good though… it was time to watch the sunrise anyway. Gave the mattress a quick pump and donated it to water activities. It was a big hit with the kids and adults alike. Uncle Brett and I caught all the action while lounging under the G-Men tent. We weren’t exactly roughing it either. I mean having toilets, hot showers and a shoppette that supplies cold beer and ice within walking distance is nice but… well you know. – RM
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Labor Day 2014.