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Aloha from beautiful Waimea, where the Paniolo are now riding through knee-deep grass, and the graceful pueo are circling and wheeling above the pastures. The snows have been plentiful this winter and form a sparkling back drop high above the saddle lands. We are so glad to be alive here in this magnificent paradise!

Last weekend we took our lovely boat, Kakalina, out onto the slick blue swells and headed for Maui. Very far from shore we came across a pod of Melon-headed whales cavorting near a pod of gigantic sperm whales as we motored along, hoping to catch a golden ahi. Beneath us the sea floor plunged well over a mile, forming a steep cliff that had attracted the whales to a huge upwelling of rich, cold water. It was the kind of thing that sticks in the mind, and we were all humbled to be there.

Miles away, the steep sea cliffs of the Kohala Mountains seemed to leap up out of the ocean in great, vertical ramparts smoking with mist and crested with bright sunlight. While we carved long lazy loops through the ocean plumes, my friends in delicate gliders were soaring on the currents of warm air that billowed off the faces of those ancient mountains. To see what I am talking about, click on this link, which will take you to a website with photos of winter sailplane flights that originate out of our little airport.

So, there we were, out on the surface of the sea, between the deeps and the heavens. We were living in the middle of the sea and sky, between the dark, cold depths of the ocean and the bright, airy clouds sailing high above snowy Mauna Kea. We were living on an Island out in the middle of the vast North Pacific. Some might say were live in the middle of nowhere, but those of us lucky enough to spend our lives here say it differently.

We are living in the middle of everywhere.

Malama Pono,

Bill Jardine

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