46 Little Things That Bring Me Happiness

Old Guys Rule!

On our recent vacation to Hawaii,  we didn't really meet a lot of true "native" Hawaiians.  It seemed like all of the shop owners, waitresses, and hotel workers were "imports" from the mainland United States.

Except for this one old man.  On Kauai.  We met him twice in one hour.  He reminded me of Vance's uncle Nobe who passed away many years ago.

I don't know why I didn't talk with him.  He seemed like such an interesting old man.  Nothing intimidating about him.  And he definitely was very kind.  For some reason,  I got the impression that maybe he didn't speak English (which is probably untrue) or that maybe he was shy.  After all, he didn't speak with me either.  But he didn't seem to mind that I took lots of pictures of him.  If I did talk with him,  I would have had lots of questions.  Now all I can do is speculate about his life.

Let me introduce you to him.

Meet "Old Guy".

I call him this because of the logo on his t-shirt - Old Guys Rule.

I looked up the t-shirt logo to get some insight into Old Guy.

Hmm... Make me wonder even more about his life.

Now that I have you wondering too,  let me tell you all that I know (which isn't much).

On our first full day on Kauai,  we were driving around to see the sights.  It's a very small island that is not extremely commercial or touristy, so there were not a lot of "big" sights to see.  There were a few waterfalls that could be seen without hiking,  so we started with those.

At the second waterfall, I took a few pictures and was heading back to the car when I noticed a motor-powered scooter pull onto the grass.

I should have told you one other thing.  The island of Kauai is kind of like a bird sanctuary.  You are most likely picturing tropical birds. Well, no.  The birds of Kauai are colorful, but not exactly tropical.  

I'll just show you.

So this old man gets off the scooter and every "island bird" in the vicinity comes running to see him.

The basket on the back of his weathered scooter is laden with bags of bread.  While he's wearing a pretty nice layering of shirts,  his pants and work boots are very well used and stained.  Perhaps he had done some painting?  Could he be an artist?

After I took a few pictures,  we got back into the car and headed to our next destination.

The countryside was very pretty, and I noticed a place on the road to pull off for a scenic view.  We stopped.

A few minutes later,  Vance noticed the guy on the scooter pulling in too.

The "birds" must know him,  because they came running!

And he had a smile on his face.  He was happy to receive such a welcome.

I wasn't the only person taking pictures.

This mother made sure her babies got some bread.

He gave them only enough bread that would be readily eaten without excess.  He probably had many more stops on his journey and was rationing his supplies so all of his friends would be fed.

This was the last time we saw him.  

It was NOT the last time we saw his friends.

These feral chickens, wild roosters, or jungle fowl - whatever you call them - are everywhere.  

Cars sit patiently as they cross the road.

It was not unusual to hear a cock-a-doodle-do or two mixed with the sound of the waves at the beach.

They are literally everywhere.

Curious about them,  I went online to find out more.  

When Polynesians came to inhabit the islands many years ago,  they brought chickens along as a food source.  Many sources say the population went wild after Hurricane Iniki in 1992 destroyed chicken coops, releasing domesticated hens and roosters.  Kauai is the only island lacking a natural predator, the mongoose.  They have proliferated since then.

There are way too many for Old Guy to feed, 

even if he made daily rounds. 

I applaud him for his efforts, though.

"There comes a time in your life when comfort meets substance. When all your hard work seems to have paid dividends, and the world is at your command. All the things you hoped you could do someday, you're doing. The toils of youth are now your experiences... no longer the student, but the teacher."

To celebrate your accomplishments we offer up "Old Guys Rule" to be worn as a badge of honor for a life well spent, but not nearly over...

Old Guys Rule!

Bucket List. Check.

I don't have a bucket list.

Nor do I want one.

I think the best moments in life are those that take you by surprise.

If I were to make a bucket list,  maybe I'd go about it differently.  When I experience something I feel is worthy of being on my bucket list,  I will add it AFTERWARD.  Then I can check it off as soon as it's written.   Think about it.  Whenever I "kick the bucket",  everything on my bucket list will be checked off!

My latest bucket list entry would be:

Witness the sunrise from the summit of Haleakala on Maui.

Haleakala is a 10,023 foot volcano on Maui in Hawaii.   It is also a top tourist attraction, especially for sunrise.  On our recent vacation there,  we set our alarms for 3:00AM and were on the road before 3:30AM.  When we reached the road leading to the summit,  we could see the headlights of many cars making the climb behind us.   After a two hour drive,  we were one of the lucky visitors to get a parking spot at the summit.

We expected it to be cold.  The car thermometer read 30 degrees.  I wore layers - 3 long sleeve shirts and a windbreaker jacket with a hood.  I thought I'd be warm enough, but I didn't factor in the wind. When I tried to open the car door, the force of the wind made this an extremely difficult task.  Sunrise wasn't until 7:00AM, but I wanted to get the lay of the land.  I stumbled in the dark, and followed a few hooded figures up a long set of stairs leading to an unheated glassed-in observatory.   At this early hour,  it was empty.  The action was outside where photographers had already set up tripods.   The prime spots, where the building was blocking the gale force winds, were already taken.

The sky was dark at 5:30AM and with gusting winds so strong they could blow me down, I decided to go back to the car where it was warm.

By 5:50AM, though,  there was a steady stream of people climbing the stairs to the summit.  I grabbed a hotel towel as another layer of defense against the cold and headed out into the dark once again.

There was a brilliant ribbon of orange and yellow in the night sky.  The sun was on its way up!  I tried to take a picture but the camera (and my body) was being blown around.  I decided it would be steadier to rest my camera on the top of the stone wall next to me.  I put the towel on the stony ground so I could kneel more comfortably and huddled in a ball with my camera, in an attempt to say warm.

The camera was still being shaken by the wind, so I needed to push it down into the stone to steady it whenever I pushed the shutter.   After just a few minutes,  I could no longer feel my fingertips as I tried to change camera settings.  If I had to guess,  I would say the wind was blowing steadily at 25 mph with gusts to 40 or 50 mph.  The wind chill had to be in the teens at best.

Whatever I was feeling (or not feeling) was forgotten as the sky began to come alive.   It was a mostly clear day with clusters of fluffy clouds suspended slightly below us.  As time passed, the clouds were illuminated with shades of blue and purple.

The band of color across the sky grew wider and brighter as each minute passed.

As the sun began to brighten the sky even more,  the jagged peaks of Haleakala's giant crater were backlit and began to be revealed, first in silhouette and then in more detail.

It also revealed just how many other people were there with me.  I hadn't known this since it had been so quiet,  like we were in church.   That made sense.  It was impossible to witness this sunrise without being in awe of God's creation.

Vance joined me then,  wrapped in another hotel beach towel.  He came over and pointed out the tiniest pin-point of the sun beginning to reveal itself.

After this,  you could literally see it rise at a pretty fast pace.

When the sun began to peak above the horizon,  it took only minutes until we were squinting at its rays.

The crater was also illuminated.

Even though I was chilled to the bone,  I lingered a little longer. 

I walked around (ie. got blown around) the barren landscape that resembled more the surface of the moon than the earth.

It was hard not to look at the sunrise,  but the moon in the west was a pretty awesome sight too!

I didn't know when I took the picture above, but the plant in the picture is called "Silversword". 

In the whole world,  this plant is ONLY found on Haleakala.

When I got back into the warm car, I realized just how cold I had been and couldn't stop shivering.

I wasn't complaining, though.   

The ride down the volcano continued to amaze.

This was my first time seeing the sun come up.

On Haleakala.

Bucket list.  Check.

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
                                                              ~Jules Renard