On My Way To Hauula Beach

Somewhere On The Windward Side of Oahu
Jan. 30, '73

Last night was cold and wet. The bathroom, for obvious reasons, was a
bad idea. I ended up sleeping under the picnic table with my tent
canvass thrown over me. Today, however, was more hospitable. The
weather was nice, and although I was still sunburned, the pain didn't
prevent me from bicycling farther around the island. In the
Kailua/Kaneohe Bay part of the island, the part directly across from
Honolulu (lots of military personnel there), the biking was poor. When
I got through that area, though, the biking got better as the traffic
thinned. I spent the night at Hauula Beach. Even though I found people
camping in the park, the Park Service guys still ran off the hippie
types. I guess I haven't figured out the rules yet. I just waited
until dark before I set up my tent.

Oahu became quieter and greener the farther north I biked. I could
have eaten as many coconuts as I wanted, but I couldn't figure out how
to get inside their husks. I stopped and ate some bananas growing
alongside the road instead. You had to take the bad with the good I
guess; it rained a lot, and a lot more at night. I took a break from
biking one afternoon and invited myself into a game of basketball with
some locals. There were three of them shooting on a small court in a
park. It was fun while it lasted.