We woke on day 1 in Hawaii with a beautiful view of the ocean through the cabin windows. After exploring our new surroundings and taking a leisurely ramble down the beach, we headed for the campground office to check things out. Much to our dismay we saw a post in the window stating that all north shore campgrounds would be closed for the weekend due to high winds. I guess we missed seeing that in the dark after 24 hours of traveling. Being eternal optimists, we still had hope that somehow we could finangle our accommodation and just hide out during this wind storm. So at 8:30 we trundled off to get the scoop from the office.
Perhaps by now you've figured out that no one was at the campground because it was closed and therefore we stayed there that night somewhat illegally. Now it gets fun. As we rounded the corner, we were greeted by 2 large, very official police officers, wearing very official weapons. Oh Dear!
Of course we played it cool, and let things unravel (dumb as a fox). It turned out an alarm was going off, which notified the police. It had nothing to do with us. Whew.
Jump ahead to a very disappointing conversation with a campground staffer and I'll tell you this, we were officially homeless in Hawaii. No hale, no bed, and nothing but four backpacks between us.
Busses run on the 1/2 hour. Time to find some wifi (and coffee)....
