On our way to dinner, we found out that our Haleakala trip was put in jeopardy due to our party of two being the only people who booked a trip. There was an option to leave, rather than at 8 a.m., at 3 a.m. for the "sunrise" trip. We'd think about it. For about three minutes. ...
No go. Would this vacation suffer from not going? Not at all.
So we made it to dinner at a fancy beachside place a few miles north of here (but not before making a side trip to take a bad picture of an inline hockey rink basically on the shore near Fred's Mexican; it was a picture better in theory for its novelty than in practices). We were treated well in spurts, by a waiter who had a thing for rearranging the oil and vinegar, but the food did not disappoint, with Patty going for chicken/corn chowder/onion rings and me mowing down a pork chop/potato/asparagus combo.
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