We've been camping on the beach for a couple nights. This is a view from our camp. The small island to the left of the tree seemed to look like a dragon's head to us. There even seemed to be an eyeball in the appropriate place when the light was right. The headland visible though the tree is where the Makapu'u lighthouse is located, but you can't really see it in this shot. It was visible when the sun hit it though. Our camp was right on the beach, which was nice, but quite breezy. Actually very breezy. What with the wind and the sand, (which doesn't hold a stake very well) we had a time getting the tents set up. We finally had to move a vehicle, and tie the tent to it.
That worked OK. These guys were taking advantage of the wind though, riding around behind these kite things. We spent a day chilling on the beach, riding the surf and drinking beer. I made sure to use that sun blocking stuff, but unfortunately forgot about the old bald spot.
This campsite was at Bellows AFB. It seems that at the time of the Dec. 7 attack, a Japanese midget sub ran aground here. In the picture it was right where we were camped. But it's not here now.
This last one is of the waves crashing onto the rocks. If you look close, you should be able to see the water shooting up out of the "blowhole" in the rock. It was pretty impressive.
While the raid was devastating, it did not achieve everything desired. Originally, the plan called for a 3rd wave. When it was realized that the American Aircraft Carriers were not in port, there was concern that they might be looking to attack the Japanese fleet, so the 3rd wave was canceled. The navy's tank farm was not hit as it was feared the smoke would obscure the harbor, sparing a 2 year supply of fuel. And the repair facilities at the Naval Yard escaped destruction. This resulted in all but 4 (I believe) ships eventually returning to action.
Today ( actually, yesterday now ) was the day for our Pearl Harbor tour. As guests of the Air Force we were set up with the special military tour, much cozier and personal. This is not the boat we rode, it is the Admral's "Barge".In my youth I lived for a time near the Erie Cannal, And I saw plenty of barges. None of them looked like this one. Aparently, things are diferent for admrals.
This vessel, however, is in diferant condithion. This is what is left of the Utah. It seems that before our friends the japanise were sending us Toyotas, they were seending bombs. The Utah was a recipreant of a few. 
Here is a look at the Arazona, the finaal resting place of many of our sailors. This happened like, over 65 years ago and the oil is still seeping from the hulk. In the memorial the smell of fuel oil is still strong. You can see the rainbow paterns floating on the surface as you study the ship below.
