[ad_1] My daughter and I were aboard the Kanoa II, sailing south out of Kona on Hawaii’s Big Island. It was mid-November, with blue skies, bright sun, temps in the 70s and a gentle breeze barely rocking the boat. Our mission: snorkeling. Karen had tried it before and was eager to master it a bit.
My daughter and I were aboard the Kanoa II, sailing south out of Kona on Hawaii’s Big Island. It was mid-November, with blue skies, bright sun, temps in the 70s and a gentle breeze barely rocking the boat.
Our mission: snorkeling. Karen had tried it before and was eager to master it a bit. I, on the other hand, was a novice. Rookie. Greenhorn.
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