{"id":2583,"date":"2013-02-02T20:00:38","date_gmt":"2013-02-03T02:00:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=2583"},"modified":"2013-02-02T20:03:26","modified_gmt":"2013-02-03T02:03:26","slug":"as-the-sun-sunk-beneath-the-waves","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2013\/02\/02\/as-the-sun-sunk-beneath-the-waves\/","title":{"rendered":"As The Sun Sank Beneath The Waves"},"content":{"rendered":"

So let’s pick up where we left off<\/a> in this (sadly, long-running) recounting of our trip to Hawaii last April. With any luck, I’ll finish the telling before a full year has passed…<\/em><\/p>\n

In Holualoa, Sam the ukulele man scrounged a piece of Koa wood for us, and he suggested a wood shop where we might find better pieces if we had the time. He posed in his workshop and talked about the various ukuleles that hung on the walls in the front. And he told us about the regular Ukulele hoedown that was going to be at the resort later that night.<\/p>\n

It was getting to be late when we left Holualoa. We drove back down the mountainside, filled the Jeep with gas and ate ribs at The Big Island Grill.\u00a0As we drove back to the Keauhou Beach Resort<\/a>, the sun was going down.<\/p>\n

I glanced out over the water as we drove along Ali\u2018i Drive.\u00a0It was too late. We weren’t going to make it back in time. So we pulled over at a beach park along the road.<\/p>\n

The red sun was sinking into the western sea. Waves were washing up on the black, rocky beach.<\/p>\n

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We were just in time to watch the end of day.<\/p>\n

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And we were just in time to listen to six women sitting at a table beside the beach in the dim light of a Coleman lantern playing six ukuleles<\/p>\n

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as the sun sank beneath the waves.<\/p>\n

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So let’s pick up where we left off in this (sadly, long-running) recounting of our trip to Hawaii last April. With any luck, I’ll finish the telling before a full year has passed… In Holualoa, Sam the ukulele man scrounged a piece of Koa wood for us, and he suggested a wood shop where we […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[98,20,101,41,89],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2583"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2583"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2583\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2587,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2583\/revisions\/2587"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2583"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2583"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2583"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}