Successfully Avoiding Anything Planned

Camping @ Bellows Beach

I’m not what one would call an outdoorsman.  I mean sure I could grow out my beard, wear flannel and carry an ax with the best of them but I’d probably fall over backwards trying to chop down a tree.  I’ll leave the wood chopping’ to the pros.  Can’t say I’ve ever been much of a camper.  Camping reminds me of poison ivy.  Poison ivy reminds me of the time I thought I had acne on my nose and used an oxy pad all over only to wake up the next day with my eyes swollen shut and entire face enflamed in itch.  It wasn’t acne.  Spent the next two weeks of that summer soaking my head in oatmeal baths and yelling at that Quaker guy on the label.  What are you smiling at with your big hat!?  To this day I can’t look him in the eyes without scratching my cheeks.

When I heard there wasn’t poison ivy in Hawaii I couldn’t believe it.  I thought a certain Quaker must be playing a trick on me.  This opened my mind up to the possibility that I could maybe join the camping masses.  That I too could drive to a nearby campsite and pitch a coleman insta-tent and rough it out on an air mattress in the safety of a guarded campground.  I mean this is exactly how our foremothers and fathers established this great nation, sleeping in air-conditioned cars when it got too humid,  and making S’mores with lighter fluid and recipes they downloaded off Pinterest  (Dang if these don’t look good).

For the past few years we’ve gone camping with our church’s annual family camp weekend at Bellows Beach in Waimanalo on Oahu’s windward side.  A beautiful relaxing spot surrounded by blue waters and a stretch of the Koolau moutains,  it’s a go to place for swimming, bodyboarding, or just throwing down a towel and getting sun burned because you forgot to put on sunscreen even though you’ve lived here for nearly a decade you silly pale boy….I mean throwing down a towel and reading your favorite book.

Here are a few pics from our family camp adventure last month:

 

Click here for more info on camping at Bellows if you’d like to check it out.

Did I mention there’s no poison ivy?

Cheers,

A

About the author

I work as a chaplain and play as a comedian and singer-songwriter. My wife and I met in Chicago and have lived in Honolulu and Portland, OR. We now chase our two daughters, Naomi and Leona, around Santa Rosa, California.

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