Our original Sunday plan centered on a leisurely drive to Kailua. A quick check of my weather app suggested it might be raining there and a student confirmed it over Twitter. We made a quick adjustment and headed out to Yokohama Bay instead because when does it ever rain out there, right? Today. It rained today.
We took a few detours on the way to the beach. I hoped to find a new playground but had so such luck. We made a quick stop at Makaha District Park, but the structure was very similar to one we’ve already been to. It was almost 10 when we parked the fan at 3rd Dips, the section of the beach fronted by a large reef and consequently perfect for the twins. A fine mist steadily descended off the mountains and we chilled in the van for almost an hour in hopes that the weather gods would clear it up. They didn’t. They gave us that amazing rainbow instead. Not a fan of the trade-off.
Eventually, Lynnette said we may as well just get out of the van and into the water for as long as we could since we had driven out all that way. It was decent logic, but she meant that the rest of us should get into the water. She just colored her hair yesterday and so she spent most of the time at the beach protecting her beautiful new locks. The rest of us didn’t mind, though, as the drizzle didn’t bother us too much. The sun glowed through the haze and the shallow water was warm enough for the twins to avoid hypothermia for at least 20 minutes.
Madison brought the small hand net and trolled the shallows for small fish. She caught 11 of them before we decided to go. It’s kind of impressive to watch. She has no real athletic ability or reasoning behind her tactics. She just trails a fish until it’s within her arm’s reach, then wildly slams the net into the water, sometimes with a Monica Seles grunt. Then she looks in the net and expresses surprise every time she catches a tiny fish. That makes two of us, Mad.
Cole and Avery didn’t appear to be affected by the weather at all, at least initially. Since Lynnette decided she wasn’t getting into the water, she was all-time cameraman. Cole’s pretty good by himself, but sometimes he gets more excited than brave and doesn’t think things through. He tried climbing and jumping on a bunch of slippery and jagged rocks before figuring out maybe that was a terrible idea. To his credit, he never did it again and asked for help before scaling partially submerged rocks to jump off of.
Because Lynnette was not in the water, I was an acceptable option for Avery. She held my hand tightly as she waded through the water, sidestepping rocks in her path. Then, she also decided that the rocks must have been put there to jump off of because that’s how she spent the last 10 minutes of our stay. She took my hand, used it to balance as she slowly edged up a rock. She stopped for a brief moment at the top or flattest surface of the rock, as if to bask in self-satisfaction. Finally, she stepped off the rock into the water below. A giggle followed the splash every single time.
Today was our first visit to the beach in a while and even though it didn’t go as planned, I’m glad we finally broke the shutout streak. I asked Madison if she thought we could handle the twins at the beach by ourselves, without Lynnette. “I think we get ’em,” she said, like a true moke. “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah. I got Cole,” she said. I laughed. “Of course,” I said. Well. Let’s find out.