It was windy and the sand was lumping up in my sockless, boat-deck shoes. There was no place to sit. I felt a little cranky. And then the bride showed up, walking along the beach with her stepfather Charlie. And, yes, that is a flute player out front playing hippie music like they insist on playing in movies about Apaches.
She was radiant.
Here comes the bride
She was evidently meeting up with this guy.
The man of the hour
The groom's friends built this little shelter for the ceremony. A woman came out of the bushes and complained about us being here. Everyone laughed her off.
The location is on the north shore of Kauai. Sweet kids. I wished them well.
Yes, it was ridiculously wonderful. A storybook wedding and it was an honor to be there.
"Get off my beach!"
—An old woman (my age) who was full of it because all the beaches in Hawaii are public
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