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Photos of Kahalu’u Beach Park at Low Tide in Kailua-Kona
On this lovely hot Sunday in Sacramento, I thought you might like to see photos of Kahalu’u Beach Park and maybe I can magically send cool ocean breezes to you through images. Yah, yah, I heard it was 105 in Sacramento yesterday, and such a dry heat. Surprising to me, I am fairly acclimated to the weather in Kailua-Kona now. I find it takes me about 3 or 4 days to get used to the humidity because Sacramento is so horribly dry. My dermatologist warned me to slather on lotion, which I never used to wear before moving to Sacramento.
I don’t want my skin to shrivel up anymore than it’s already doing, rebelling against my own perception of self. My mother, who lived her entire life in Minnesota, said she stayed younger looking because her face was frozen every winter. Or maybe she was quoting Rhoda from the Mary Tyler Moore show. Unless you wear a ski mask, your face is always exposed to the cold winds, blowing snow and freezing temperatures in Minnesota. So glad I live in California.
In the photos below of Kahalu’u Beach Park, you can see people on the beach, young and old, and nobody looks all shriveled up, not even that woman with the tattoo of Paul McCartney on her back. That’s because humidity is good for your skin, puts moisture into the layers of skin. I tell you what is not good for your skin, and that’s going into the water at low tide at this beach.
The lifeguards with their speaker phones warned all the beachgoers to be careful and watch where they swim. They bellowed: stay away from the female triggerfish. Because when the triggerfish females lay eggs, they will bite anybody who comes near. I also heard a little kid squealing with delight, “Hey, look at all the little snakes.” It’s possible they were sea cucumbers, but it wasn’t hot enough to make me jump in the water there.
As I shot photos of Kahalu’u Beach Park, a couple next to me mentioned they are from a small town near Modesto, Oakdale. On a remote island across the Pacific, I keep running into people who live near Sacramento. No wonder we bought a vacation house in Hawaii.
I met another guy named Rome who seemed to hang around for the sole purpose of chatting with people. Not a bad occupation. He’s 75 and is on his 5th property in Kailua-Kona, an 800 square-foot condo. He decided to downsize and sell everything he owned. He told me that years ago, they used to sell small boxes of carrots and peas at the concession stand so beachgoers could feed the fish. They stopped that practice after the fish started biting people, “Hey, where’s my damn peas and carrots?”