Before we left Hawaii, we went with our friends Keoho and her husband, Marlin, to Molokai. Keoho's mother's family is from Molokai. She and her brother were sent there every summer to play with the cousins and stay with the grandparents. Keoho and I decided long ago that we were separated at birth. On our second wedding anniversary, Marlin serenaded us on his ukulele with two songs at a friend's house. The sun had just set, but the sky was still pink and our friend had lit the tiki torches around her pool where we were hanging out. It was magical.
The trip to Molokai is something we'd been trying to plan for literally years. Since we first arrived in Hawaii and I made friends with my then-coworker Keoho, we realized we needed to plan a trip to her motherland. We stayed with her Auntie in the house that had belonged to her grandparents. Keoho's family had been given huge swathes of land back in the 19th century by one of the Kamehamehas (Keoho couldn't remember which one). As the family grew in generations, some of the acreage got divided. Keoho and her brother are set to inherit the place where we stayed. The property goes all the way to the water and is very relaxing. I felt like I was back in rural Arkansas, visiting my grandparents. The island has one stoplight and everyone knows everyone because they are all related, either by blood or marriage.
Upon our arrival, we went on a small hike to an overlook where you can see a glimpse of the Kalaupapa colony for sufferers of Hansen's disease (formerly known as leprosy).
It was unfortunate the vog was bad - it really marred the view.
After a good walk around the area, we headed back to Keoho's ohana homestead. While Keoho and I were talking, we noticed the boys had changed clothes and were heading down to the beach with a net. It was time for crabbing!
Okay, so this end goes this way and then the rabbit goes around the tree five or six times and then you'll pass that through and back to me....
Please bear in mind, Moose Man has never gone crabbing before. Marlin, fortunately, is on the Crabbin' Pro Tour and has a lot of patience. Moose Man was really excited.
Slogging through the mud, Moose Man realizes this will be a messy ordeal. Marlin was smart and left his shirt off, so Moose Man decides to follow.
Marlin shows off what they are using for bait. Tasty tasty freezer-burned meat! Just like Mom used to make.
Uh, yeah, I so do not have a clue as to what I'm doing....
So you're saying I twist and throw?
So I should try to widen my stance? How wide? Linebacker-wide or Larry Craig-wide?
First time around, a great catch of mud.
Maybe out where it's deeper the net will go farther....
Marlin shows us how it's done. A-one and a-two....
YESSSSS!
Getting situated.
Now we drop the funk-nasty bait and wait!
The sexy rogue I married. Truly a frightening sight to behold. If there are children in the room, please cover their eyes.
And here we have a very happy Moose Man.
Doing their part to keep Hawaii green, Marlin and Moose Man rest with a few Heinis.
Keoho and Miss Pixie watch from the sidelines where the mud is not so bad.
Moose Man: Hey baby, wanna see what I got in my net?
Ms. Pixie: Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln! You stink to high heaven!
A crazy coconut that Keoho found. Looks like me in the morning.
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