Unlike crazy Honolulu, the North Shore has stayed pretty country. The locals are protective of their paradise and rightfully so. Our days were a rhythm of morning swims, papaya breakfast, reading, cooking, and beach-hopping. On this particular day, we visited our favorite fruit stand off Kamehameha Highway and found this shady beach WITH NO ONE ON IT.
It was strange without our dad but it was a damn good vacation. My brother was in rare form and we were often laughing until we cried. We ate many beautiful meals and spent endless hours on our breezy lanai. We spent time just HANGING OUT.