Monday, 4PM. Tied to the bulkhead, Kaneohe Yacht Club
Late yesterday afternoon we were visited by three swimmers from Kawakiu. Two were friendly ladies with fins and masks out for a snorkel, and the third was a guy without gear who swam over to say hello. He'd swum about a quarter mile to get to us, and hung on the boarding ladder for a while as we talked. He appeared to be drunk, or stoned, or both, so I was reluctant to invite him aboard. "Can this boat make it to Mexico, man?" He asked. Hmm. Interesting question. He was too exhausted to swim all the way back to Kawakiu, so he breast stroked into the beach at Kawakiu Iki and walked back from there.
Moku pe'a departed at 730 this morning headed for home. With the wind well south of east we sailed across the Molokai Channel with the jib poled out and fishing lines out. We caught a small aku mid channel, threw it back hoping for something better, and never caught anything else. Sigh....
The wind died off of the Mokuluas, and we powered the last two hours into Kaneohe, arriving at 230PM.
So ends another Moku pe'a adventure. Lori has been on Kauai with family and arrives home in the morning. My daughter Kara is coming over tonight for "Meatless Monday" and we look forward to the stories of her victory last weekend in the Kaneohe to Kauai Race, washed down by some Poi Pounder Hawaiian Ale, of course.
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