Kualoa

I remember before they cleared out the jungle at kualoa beach and made it into a park, we used to camp there every year. We would always wait for the low tide and walk out over the reef almost the whole way out. My dad would put me and my sister one on each of his shoulders and keep walking deeper and deeper until almost his whole head was submerged but keeping us afloat. On the island, hiking to the top, then around to the little cove on the backside. Salt soaked memories.