We woke up at around 5:00 a.m. local time because our bodies are still on Tennessee time, but we lay in bed hoping to fall back asleep. Roosters sounded like they were crowing all over the island, and we were pretty sure there was one right outside our window. It turns out there was. When we realized we were not going to go back to sleep, Jeff went on Facebook and saw a post from an old acquaintance of his from church who lost his little girl in the tornado. When he had me read it, my day started with me crying hard. When we got up, Jeff went to Walmart for supplies while I showered. We had bacon and eggs for breakfast, and then got ready for church. The Kauai Church of Christ was extremely small, but I was impressed that all the way out here, they had included Tennessee on the prayer list and in the opening prayer. We met two other couples from home there, one from Old Hickory, and one from around Manchester. We changed after church into bathing suits. I wore mine under regular clothes, but my husband went around in a Hawaiian shirt and kitty cat swim trunks. I love his silliness, and he even got a compliment on them! We ate in Kaloa at a place called Puka Dog that Jeff had talked up from his previous trips to Hawaii. They have a unique way of fixing hot dogs, but I trusted Jeff to get me something good. They put a special garlic-lemon sauce, Hawaiian mustard, and mango relish on a Polish sausage, and though I typically don’t eat sweet with my meat, I was pleased that it tasted pretty good. The only thing was there wasn’t enough hot dog for the bun. We sat on some steps to enjoy our $17 hot dogs (I am aware that’s crazy) and Walmart drinks, chips, and cookies. While there, two roosters and a hen came up to us. I think both roosters wanted the hen, though she didn’t want either of them. The black rooster carried himself with quiet dignity, but the white crested one was a strutting loud mouth. Jeff called him Foghorn Leghorn. I was rooting for the black rooster to win his woman. We drove further west and pulled over at Hanapepe Valley lookout for a beautiful view. From there we went to Talk Story Bookstore, the farthest west bookstore in the US. Inside, “the boss,” Celeste the cat, was taking a nap, so I browsed the store while Jeff took pictures of the cat when she finally woke up. A book would have been too bulky to pack back home, but the eclectic nature of the store made it a neat stop. Next we headed to our ultimate destination for the day, Polihale Beach on the western shore. About three miles from the main road, this beach is accessible only by four-wheel drive vehicles because it’s entirely dirt and sand riddled with massive potholes. The first few minutes of bouncing were funny, but it was such a slow go, and the jolting was so violent and constant, I was more than ready to get out of the car. I will say this beach was worth the trouble, though, because we practically had it to ourselves. Jeff played in the water first thing while I took pictures. I wasn’t aware you could wipe out onshore, but he showed me you definitely can when some waves knocked him down. I finally went to sit where waves would come up around me, and they were so powerful they wiped me out a couple of times, too. I had not been splashed in the face so hard since I nearly drowned as a child, so I crawled further inland so I would’t get the sensation of being lifted off the ground and pulled out to sea. We stayed at the beach until the sun went down and got some beautiful sunset pictures. It was about an hour and a half back to the hotel, 25 minutes of that being bounced all over the Jeep. We stopped a couple of times to get some moonlight pictures, then headed back to the hotel to shower the sand out of every orifice and eat some Walmart pizza. It was a very tiring but incredibly fun day.