We couldn't believe our luck last month when a big pain-in-the-butt case settled, leaving me with a chance to book one more vacation before the kids go back to school. We selected Hawaii, and specifically, the Big Island, and even more specifically, the Hilton Waikoloa Village, where my daughters coveted a session with their dolphins and dolphin trainers. We even managed to find a decent flight just a week before the trip. Then, a few days later, Hurricane Felicia grew to a category 4 beast, and it was headed for the Big Island. As we arrived on Sunday night, the forecast called for her to come ashore early this morning, right about at our latitude, albeit on the other side of the island, as a strong tropical storm with 40+ mph winds and 8 inches or more of rain. But she did not. She drifted to the north, raining all over the windward side of Oahu, and leaving us with weather that looked like this:
I'm feeling so lucky, maybe I can afford to take one of those lava rocks from the volcano tomorrow.
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