LIFE IN THE SLOWER LOWER SLOW LANE

Your favorite mooch crew is house sitting for friends in Milford, Delaware this week. We’ve been here before and it is a comfortable setting. Their development is approximately 20 miles from Lewes, the first of the ocean beachs and so it is not a lighthearted decision to head out there. When Route 1 and 9 and later route 24 converge in Lewes traffic is a mess. The phrase Slower Lower Delaware is kind of appropriate. Beach traffic, outlet shopping traffic and general back and forth traffic as well as the time of day or day of the week weighs heavily in planning a day around here in Slower Lower Delaware.

GOING BACKWARDS

The other day we decided to drive into Rehoboth Beach to ostensibly stroll along the boardwalk, although we really had our eye on the Dogfish Head Brewpub. It stopped raining by the time we reached the tony beach burg, but the traffic going through the Lewes/Rehoboth Beach corridor was horrendous. Because of the rain there were a lot of people heading to the outlet shopping malls that line route 1 in this area. It took us half an hour to go three miles! I remarked that had we been going any slower we would have been going backwards. Janet told me to shut up.

A HAPPY PLACE

Our patience with the traffic was rewarded with a stop at Dogfish Head Brew Pub. While there Janet had a black and tan of Chicory Stout and 90 minute IPA and I had a Burton Baton and we shared Duck Poutine; fries covered with duck confit and gravy made from their stout.  

DOGFISH HEAD BREWERY

MULTI-TASKING

Today is Friday around 9 am. We’re heading out to the beaches soon. We are going to the “Tower” Beach which is south of Dewey and so we figure if we leave now we’ll get there about mid-afternoon.  Our thinking is to shower off the sand at a beach stall later and head to Big Fish to avoid “commuting”. Big Fish Grill in Rehoboth Beach is another of those "must" visit establishments here in Delaware. Great food and a great atmosphere.

BIG FISH GRILL

A WEEK OF PUBBING

Other places we’ve “visited” this week include:

Arena’s Sports Bar, Milford

A Small chain establishment. We were there on wing night. $6.99 for 10. $1.00 extra for fries. Nice sampling of beers. Friendly place. Sit outside along the Mispillion River! Nice setting.

Irish Eyes, Lewes

No visit to Delaware is complete unless we stop at Irish Eyes along the canal. Typical shore bar. Not a great selection of beers, but their happy hour prices are great. We had half dozen oysters for $7.00

Modern Mixture 2, Milton

Cute setting in historic quaint town. I had a burrito and Janet had coconut shrimp. Great margaritas and a wonderful selection of Dogfish Head Beer; the brewery is just around the corner. Reasonable prices.

Dogfish Head Brew Pub, Rehoboth Beach

We like this place enough that we traveled there for a New Year’s Eve celebration! That night was a lot of fun.

Meding's Seafood, Milford 

They are north of the town on Route 1. You can easily find this place because it has a huge propeller on the front lawn. Nice to not have to drive through the mess on Route 1 to get a great meal. Thursday is oyster day. We shared fried oysters for an appetizer. Janet had scallops and I had blackened catfish.

MEDING'S SEAFOOD

Mispillion River Brewing, Milford

Growing in popularity, the bar has a great selection of their beers. Growlers and six-packs for sale.

MISPILLION RIVER BREWING

                                                                

BLOB FEST

IT EATS YOU ALIVE!!!

Today in Phoenixville, Pennsylvania BLOBFEST begins. The weekend-long event has been held yearly since 2000 to celebrate the 1958 cheesy science fiction horror film THE BLOB. Much of the film was shot in Phoenixville. One unforgettable scene in the movie is when the Blob, an alien amoeba that absorbs every living thing it contacts and now massive, comes oozing out of the projection room at the Colonial Theater and the audience runs screaming onto the street.

HEALTHFULLY AIR CONDITIONED

The Colonial Theater is still on Bridge Street and the chaos of that scene in the movie is recreated with the “Run Out” which kicks off BLOBFEST tonight. Prior to the actual mayhem there is a stage show and screenings of The Shorty Amateur Film/Trailer Contest. Shorty was the nickname of the film’s director, Irvin Yeaworth. Sadly tickets for this coveted event are sold out, but you can hang out on the street and watch the antics. The Run Out happens at 9 pm. But that’s just the beginning of the hilarity for the weekend. All things Blob will consume this vibrant burg as there will be live music in the streets and the numerous pubs will be brimming. Tonight there is a Blob Ball being held at the Great American Pub down the street from the Colonial Theater. 

 THE BLOB BALL

Saturday there’s a street fair, with vendors selling all kinds of Blob memorabilia, a costume contest and a parade of fire extinguisher wielders mid-afternoon! (Fire extinguishers were used in the movie to quell this extraterrestrial foodie.)

Also on Saturday double features will play at the Colonial. THE BLOB will be paired with features like the Creature From The Black Lagoon and Abbott And Costello Meet Frankenstein. Sunday there is yet another viewing of The BLOB and paired with The Ghastly Love Of Johnny X…and afterwards there’s a Q&A session with the director.

 

PLAQUE INSIDE THEATER

Here is a full list of the weekend’s activities.

BLOB FEST STUFF

• RUN DON’T WALK

THE BLOB was the sort of film created for the newly-established drive-in genre when it was shot in 1958 and it starred a young Steve McQueen in his first starring role. Paramount Pictures released “The Blob” as a “B” or double feature along with “I Married A Monster From Outer Space”.

The enduring popularity of The Blob is evident and not just in Phoenixville. It is 21^st on IMDB’s most popular “B” Horror Films list.

For those interested in taking a self-guided tour to filming locations for THE BLOB.

THE BLOB SHOOTING LOCATIONS 

A BORING VACATION?

Marco Island

Team VFH tries to get the most out of spending the least and so our excursions are usually wroth with activities and exploring adventures with little “down” time. Relaxing on a vacation is a foreign concept as we run hither, thither, and yon.  Our reasoning is that we’ve spent so much money we’d BETTER enjoy the trip and see EVERYTHING! Gosh, after our vacations another vacation is needed for us to recover. With this current thinking about currency and travel it has been a good long while that our main objective was to simply relax on a vacation, but this was our very aim for our recent trip to Marco Island in southwest Florida. We were traveling there with Janet’s expansive family, including her new grandchild, so our antics would have to be somewhat curtailed. We would not be able to just flit off on a whim. Janet warned me that it could be boring, but looking back on our week is was a wonderful time.  Perhaps this is a new concept in travel for us? Imagine…relaxing while on vacation.

Marco Island Beach

PATRICK TV

Courtesy of Janet’s cousin the family was arrayed throughout several apartments of the Charter Club of Marco Beach time share with our balconies overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. The water was warm and placid the beach hard packed powdery white sand with sea shells. We spent much of our days at the beach, either lounging on the chaises we rented for the week from the club or lolling about in the water just chatting with other family members.

Starfish and sand dollars could be found in the water and shelling was a week-long activity for us. Free activities at the Charter Club also included ocean kayaks and paddleboards and Hobie Cats. We also went Parasailing, rented a Waverunner for an hour and went on the Calusa Spirit Eco Tour through the 10,000 islands of the Everglades, these last three, courtesy of the Marco Island Watersports.

Sunset from the porch

By far though our favorite pastime throughout the week was watching the young Patrick, Janet’s five month old grandson; frolic in the water or sleep on one of the rented chaise lounges or flounce about in the pool. Some people like to toss a ball or a Frisbee on the beach, but we took turns holding onto the cooing Patrick. (Of course, when Patrick TV switched to the Creature Feature of the day, he was foisted upon his Mom.)

THE CHARTER CLUB MARCO ISLAND

MARCO ISLAND WATER SPORTS 

 

Turtle nest on Marco Island

TURTLE NESTS

Sea turtles drag themselves onto land to lay their eggs. Nightly volunteers walk the beach looking for signs of these large lumbering, endangered creatures and their nests are cordoned off by police tape so they would remain undisturbed. After 9 pm the curtains in the apartments are to be drawn tight so no light would be emitted which would lure the turtle hatchlings away from the sea. Evidently hatchlings are attracted by the heavenly lights reflected off the water and any other artificial light will lead them astray and sadly to their demise. We got a phone call one night telling us to close our curtains and one time when we were out for dinner someone from the Charter Club entered our apartment to draw the blinds. We were embarrassed that we had not done our civic duty! No one wants to hornswoggle a baby turtle.

PROTECTION OF SEA TURTLES IN FLORIDA

CRITTERS GALORE

Sadly the sectioned off nest sites were the only visible signs of the sea turtles. We did not see any turtles swimming in the waters off shore, like we did last year in Hawaii, although, we had the great fortune to see a manatee passing by one morning, looking like a massive swimming potato. Dolphins were a regular sighting. One afternoon while out on paddleboards, one dolphin breached a few times within just a yard or two of us.

Little silvery fish darted about in the surf line to poke at the sand kicked up by our thrashing and curious schools of larger fish with black stripes on their back circled us at times. If we remained still enough we could “pet” their tails as they slowly swirled around us. The water was warm and gentle. On one occasion I picked up a shell for collecting and discovered it was still occupied by the original tenant. I had already taken the little fellow up to the room when his foot nudged my hand looking to make a speedy escape. I marched him back down to the gulf where incredibly there was another of his kind right there and they began to fornicate.

She's a Manatee!

CONCH FRITTERS AND GROUPER!

We ate a lot of seafood while in Florida although we did gravitate to less fancier restaurants. Nonetheless the food was fresh and good wherever our palate alighted.

I insisted on getting conch fritters each time we went out although I was hoping for a ceviche of the delicacy, but never found it on the menu. We had a full kitchen in our apartments, but we never used the facilities except to keep our beer and wine cold.

Here’s a quick list of some places we ate during our week.

CAPRI FISH HOUSE

I was overdressed in my Aloha shirt as we sat at the water’s edge at this very casual restaurant a few miles off Marco Island proper. The fritters were so so and expensive, but the Grouper Sandwich was huge and was excellent. Ja net says her fried oysters were “yummy.” Drinks, like Margaritas were reasonably priced. They made a very good seafood chowder.

http://www.caprifishhouse.com/

 

Goodland FLA awaits

LITTLE BAR RESTAURANT

Locals in the small community of Goodland, population 267 +/- tool around in golf carts and the Little Bar Restaurant was hopping. There was a band playing inside and hundreds of nutcrackers staring down from the walls approved of our presence. This popular local joint served better fritters and Grouper Balls for appetizers. Janet and I both had blackened Grouper drizzled with a mango curry sauce.  http://www.littlebarrestaurant.com/

THE SNOOK INN

A very popular Marco Island bar and restaurant, The Snook Inn is also located at the water’s edge, although the seating was all out in the open. The other two had screened in seating. A busy but convivial setting, the wait staff handled our large group readily without getting too many of our drink orders wrong. The menu was massive and varied. There was a seafood buffet but we all ordered. Great fritters and spicy blackened Caribbean style Grouper for me. Afterwards we posed for pictures along the dock.

http://www.snookinn.com/

MARCO ISLAND SUNSETS

It is great sport to gather on the beach to watch sunsets in Southwest Florida. Marco Island, our home for this week is on the Gulf of Mexico and the light here is fantastic. Open air brilliant views of the vast sky and horizon. The clouds change colors with the waning sun and people come down to the white sand beach to see pinks and blues and yellows dapple on the water and glow in the clouds and stand awestruck by the majestic display.

Each evening at sunset we stop everything to stand in reverence.

The summer solstice sunset 2015

THE DUDE HATES CANCER, MAN

THERE'S A BEVERAGE INVOLVED HERE
The Dude and all his fellow Duderinos will be represented this Saturday, May 16, in South Philadelphia. I'm sure a number of Walters and Donnys will come along too, as they shuffle around East Passyunk Avenue seeking out the best White Russians and all for a worthy cause. This "Big Lebowski"-themed bar crawl will raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society and well, the Dude hates cancer. 

This bar crawl has been going on since 2006 in Philadelphia and over the years this laid-back movement has extended into Buffalo, Cleveland, Los Angeles and San Francisco. The Dude Hates Cancer bar crawl has raised over $500,000 so far. You see, the Dude is NOT a nihilist and this cancer will not stand, man! 
NICE MARMOT 
The Dude is the character played by Jeff Bridges in the 1998 cult classic Coen Brothers film The Big Lebowski. Here's your opportunity to evoke the Dudeness in all his glory, drink a bit, go bowling and maybe win a prize! Being one of the top three fundraising "teams" of Dudes  will get you that coveted thing, whatever it'll be. Go to their website for details:THE DUDE HATES CANCER

Later in the summer there will also be a Charity bowling tournament. The flat rate registration fee for that is for a team, three hours of bowling, free shoe rental, free t-shirt and free admission to the Jackie Treehorn After Party. Currently details for that event are sketchy, but follow them on Facebook for future details.
B.Y.O BATHROBE 
To properly participate in this worthy cause this Saturday show up in your bathrobe (pajamas optional) at 12 noon at Stogie Joe's Tavern. For a $10 donation special "Dude" sunglasses will be sold and these sunglasses will get you drink specials at the seven bars participating in the event. 

They are:  
1)  STOGIE JOE'S TAVERN
2)  LUCKY 13 PUB
3)  BIRRA
4)  PUB ON PASSYUNK EAST (POPE)
5)  DEVIL'S DEN
6)  RAY'S HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAR
7)  GARAGE


Philadelphia is a great beer town and the Dude is well the Dude. This winning combination is a good way to spend your Saturday afternoon. Come down and get a beverage.

SHAD FEST

April 25-26, 2015

Depending on where you live, this weekend in Lambertville, New Jersey will either be a fun time or a nuisance. Having lived in this beautiful river town for 26 years, Shad Fest, held the last weekend in April, has been the source of civic pride, a 48 hour party and a bane. 

The population swells as visitors descend on this usually quiet, artsy burg, rendering the downtown nearly immovable as pedestrians ply the streets hovering over crafts for sale from vendors and children’s games, music and food and beer tents. Parking for residents becomes prized commodities. Local business establishments, mostly antique shops, complain they lose out although the town brims with people. Lots of residents either avoid the Festival or flee the town altogether for the weekend, while other residents embrace it and partake in the antics. As my family grew we volunteered our time and participated in some of the events; my daughter danced as part of the ballet school ensemble one year; and invariably faces were painted, snacks were consumed, Shad Fest shirts purchased (no matter how ugly they were) and bottles were filled with colored sands to sit proudly on shelves at home.

 

my daughter in 1997

But, overall and despite all the pros and cons, Shad Fest is a great excuse to party. Sadly, my favorite stop, the River Horse Brewery beer tent closed down a few years ago when River Horse moved into larger digs in Ewing. It was held in the parking lot down by the canal and it was always crowded. I had to get there early enough to get the commemorative pint glass before they sold out. This weekend there will be several other beer tents set up around town, but none will hold the cache of the River Horse Brewery. Resident block parties can be found; live music blaring into the night; and there are a number of private parties throughout town. I have been known to host a few of those. The end of the night had my house littered with passed out revelers. It is a fun time even without a perfunctory stroll through the Festival itself.  

Shad Fest t-shirt

Shad Fest began in the early 80’s as a celebration of the resurgence of the shad population.  For years there was an oxygen block inspired by pollution in the Philadelphia area preventing this fish from migrating upstream to spawn. The only commercial fishery along the Delaware River is in Lambertville and they have been doing it since the 1800’s. As pollution levels dropped, the shad came back and the celebration in town began. There once were parades and Shad Kings and Queens, but now there are arts and crafts and food and beer and parties. You can still see how they haul for the shad in the time honored tradition during the Shad Festival on Lewis Island just off Lambert Lane and you can get up close and personal with the scaly critter either there or at many of the food stalls set up serving the fish. Demonstrations by the Lewis Island crew are at 10:30 am and 1 pm on Saturday and 1 pm on Sunday, but if you miss coming to the Shad Fest you can still watch and even help the crew seine for the fish nightly for at least another month. They go out around 6 pm and 10:30 on Saturdays.

 

John Baker Shad 

Lambertville is an artistic community and her talent is on display during Shad Fest with window displays in some of the shops and banners flying from the street lamps. Amateur and professional artists also create posters for the festival. They are put on display at the First Presbyterian Church Recreation room on North Union Street and then auctioned off Sunday. The funds raised benefit an art scholarship for area students pursuing a career in the arts. After the River Horse Brewery beer tent, my second favorite activity was to look over the posters. I once sat in on the auction and found the whole event too rich for my pocketbook! Some of the art is absolutely incredible. Pictured here is a poster from this year submitted by Rita Koch.

Rita Koch

Then there's mine... not in the same ball park I know...

greg dunaj

Shad Fest is free to visit and starts tomorrow, rain or shine.

PSAMMOPHILES IS US

SAND WORTHY

Partly because I am a collector, partly because I am cheap, and partly because I have had the great fortune to see a goodly amount of this planet, I collect sand. What better way to remember a place than to bring some of it home with you?

my sand...sigh

At first collecting sand was a curiosity, a random act, or an afterthought. There are places early in my travels that I failed to grab a sample and some places just a thimble-full. But now, after decades of traveling and collecting (and being cheap) that has completely changed.

Now there’s a whole personal science to collecting sand! Travel destinations are considered viable because I need a sample from there. Is it “sand worthy”?  Itineraries are planned not only for sights and museums, but for sand. After all these years I guess I could truly label myself an arenophile.

I have driven miles out of my way to grab sand from some unique place. Readers of this blog may remember how Team VFH hiked 2.5 miles across windswept, arid south point on the Big Island of Hawaii to collect green sand at Papakolea Beach, one of only four green sand beaches in the world.  And, the samples I collect have grown in size. Only filled water bottles or baggies will suffice. Sadly, extra amounts of sand, after the sample has been recanted and labeled for display, clutter my basement. Janet anxiously taps her foot with arenophilia as she anticipates the conjoining of our fortunes! I keep the labeled glass bottles in a little kiosk in my office. I could use more room… or get smaller bottles I guess. I’m sure Janet will put the kibosh on this.

extra sand!

I also receive sand as gifts. Friends who have the great luck to travel to places I have yet to visit sometimes return with a sample for me. A dear friend in Australia has sent me sand from Ayers Rock, or Uluru in the native tongue. My darling daughter, a charter member of Team VFH, brought back sand from Normandy Beach while there on a high school trip. I have never been to the Canary Islands, Cozumel or Belize, but I got sand from each country because of the generosity of friends.

Believe it or not at times I also part with some of my precious sand to give as gifts. It's better than a t-shirt, isn't it? 

DISCOVERING THE WORLD GRAIN BY GRAIN

Personally, I feel the array of countries in my burgeoning collection is remarkable. I had always considered my quirky hobby to be rather unique, but in researching for this blog entry I have learned sand collecting is a well-established activity. It turns out there are collectors with samples from every continent, including Antarctica, and there are groups of collectors that actively trade and even chat online about sand. I think this is a bit extreme, but it you’re interested:

SAND COLLECTORS CORNER

MORE SAND COLLECTORS

Evidently there is something to learn from a sand collection too, although I feel this certainly takes all the fun out of collecting. Here is a NY Times article on collecting:  

NY TIMES SAND COLLECTING ARTICLE

SANDS OF TIME

I have traveled to Hawaii several times over the years and have collected sand from such storied places like Waikiki, Hanauma Bay, Waimea Bay, Malaekahana Bay, Punalu'u, and the Banzai Pipeline, but there’s always another beach somewhere! Here is a listing of the beaches I collected from this last trip.

Oahu

Kaena Point

Oahu is the most populated Hawaiian island, but we stayed way out in the country, in Waialua town. It is pretty much the last town out in the northwest area of Oahu. From there it was a short ride to the end of the road and then the trail to Kaena Point, the jumping off place for spirits into the next world. The shore here is mostly small coves and treacherous waves. 

Maui

Maui was a brand new world of opportunity for me. In all my travels to Hawaii I have never visited the Valley Isle. It is the second largest of the Hawaiian Islands and has some of the nicest beaches in the state.

Ka’anapali Beach

We stayed on the resort stretch of the Ka’anapali Coast and got a sample near Black Rock, a lava formation that is a great place to snorkel.

 

Hana Bay Beach Park

Hana Bay Beach Park 

We traveled to Hana on that treacherous road, not only to say we survived the hundreds of turns and switchbacks, but to get sand at the Hana Beach Park, down the road from Wai’anapanapa State Park. This was the first black sand beach we would see on our travels to Hawaii, although they are everywhere on the Big Island. Visiting this silky smooth beach area was a glimpse of old Hawaii. Sadly it was raining when we finally arrived so did not really explore the area or the sleepy town of Hana.so it was somewhat anticlimactic, although while there I did eat my first Loco Moco!

WHAT THE HELL IS A LOCO MOCO? 

Little Beach

Makena Beack Park is on the south coast of Maui. It is a beautiful scenic beach, but can be a dicey place to swim. Often the waves are rolling and it’s a great place to swim and boogie board, but every once in a while a rogue wave breaks dangerously close to shore catching swimmers unawares and earning its dubious nickname. Makena Beach is sectioned into two parts. The first is Big Beach. It is very wide and over half a mile long and the locals call it “Breakneck” Beach. If you swim here, or at Little Beach, located on the other side of a lava rock formation, make sure you NEVER turn your back on the ocean.

To reach Little Beach you have to climb over a lava rock formation. Make sure you have two hands free in order to negotiate the steep climb. It is a somewhat clothing optional beach. Mind the sea turtles if you’re swimming nude!

We did a lot of exploring on Maui, but simply did not have enough time to explore the entire island.  This article is about the top ten beaches of the island and has me hankering for a return trip. 

TOP TEN MAUI BEACHES

Hawaii 

The Big Island is aptly named so it was not possible to see all of it in the time we had. Instead we concentrated our exploring in the southern districts of Hilo, Puna and Ka’u. Having been to the Kohala coast before, I was not concerned about collecting samples from these white sand beaches and had already collected sand from the beautiful black sand beach Punalu’u.

Papakolea Beach

All the beaches on the southern portion of the island are black except for the most southern point of the United States, Papakolea Beach, or Green Sand Beach. It’s a trek to get there, but worth the endeavor. Not only after a 2.5 mile hike the water is refreshing, but to see one of just four green sand beaches in the world is striking.

Papakolea, Green Sand Beach

Kalapana

Kilauea began its most recent eruption in the 1980’s and it eventually covered a number of towns in the Puna district. According to the National Park Service’s estimation this lava flow has added 500 acres to the island. I was last in Kalapana in 1988 to see the lava slowly creeping across the town and roads. On this recent trip we got to see the aftermath. The cooled black lava ends abruptly at the ocean’s edge where it is slowly being pounded by the incessant waves into “sand”. The lava cliffs here are about 10 feet high! The sand is the newest I have ever collected. 

Kilauea Iki Crater Trail

Kilauea Iki Crater Trail

If you travel to the Big Island, be sure to visit the Volcano National Park. This fascinating area has plenty of sights and activities during the day and the evening. There is hiking throughout the park, some trails are long and some, like the Thurston Lava Tube are fairly short. One quite unique hike is called the Kilauea Iki Crater Trail. A moderate, roughly 4 mile trek, it descends through a rain forest and onto the cooled floor of a once molten lave lake which last erupted in 1959. It takes roughly 2-3 hours and no, the soles of your shoes won’t melt, but you can feel the heat blowing through some of the cracks. This otherworldly experience merited a collection, albeit a thimble sized amount. I didn’t want to anger Pele…

VOLCANO NATIONAL PARK

view of crater floor

PELE'S WRATH?

I had heard that bad luck would come to anyone taking Pele's lava. She is the goddess of volcanoes and at best her demeanor can be capricious. At her worst she is quite volatile, and she doesn't like people taking what is hers. The threat of such ill fated fortune certainly danced through my head on my earlier visit to the Big Island in 1988. One morning I drove from my rented room in Hilo to Kalapana, which was slowly being consumed by lava. I took photos and watched locals do various things with the lava. Using a shovel they scooped up a glowing orange blog of molten rock and splat it against the pavement. They then forced a long metal pipe in one end and a mailbox on the other, and without melting either, fused them together. I managed to get a dollop that had quickly cooled to a shiny black with silvery highlights. I carried it back to the rental car with reverence. I intended to bring it home, but I absently left it behind. Secretly I was pleased, afraid of Pele's revenge. 

Kalapana 1988 lava flow (c) greg dunaj

In the past I've also heeded signs that say not to remove sand at various places in Hawaii and would be stealthy in my collecting, but truthfully unless and you pull up to the beach with a backhoe and dump truck no one will care. I foolishly sweated through the TSA checkpoint on the way home. I was afraid they would say I couldn't take the sand home, but they only checked to see if it was an explosive; black sand does look like gunpowder. I was relieved when the hulking Hawaiian native TSA agent did his chemical tests and said, "yep, that's sand," and cleared me to return to New Jersey with my collection intact. 

Kalapana 2014

Mahalo for reading! 

love Janet and greg