It’s my little tradition to wake up early in Hawaii and run on the beach. Our resort is perched up on a bluff, so I had to get creative. The people at the front desk warned us not to take the public access trail to the beach at the entrance of our resort. I figured they just wanted it for themselves, so of course, that is where I had to run.
At 5AM, like clockwork, my eyes opened, not accustomed to the time change. Fighting the urge to just lie there, I pushed myself out the door, reaching the dirt trail by 6AM. At first, I was a little nervous, reading all the signs warning me of danger, suddenly alone in a canopy of trees. Determined to keep going, I carefully maneuvered down the steep, muddy slope, and discovered a glorious little beach.
So glorious, in fact, a few smart campers have their tents protected beneath the thick tree branches, waking up to this amazing view. I startled a bohemian sort of man, meditating alone at the base of the trail, his canoe and tent behind him. Or, maybe he startled me. Either way, he has the best front yard on earth.
Jogging on the beach, I let a passing rain storm drench me, smiling with my face pointed to the sky. My wanderlust restored, I reveled in life. Sleep is tempting, yes, but nothing beats an early morning outing, alone, on the beach.