The trip from hell

It appears that Ron is experiencing the trip from hell. He was supposed to arrive in Hilo at 4:45 this afternoon after a long trip that took him to Colorado, Arizona and California. Instead, he was stuck at LAX for hours on end. He finally called to say that United would put him on a late afternoon flight and then arrange for a hotel in Honolulu since he would be arriving there far past the last departure to Hilo. He had a few other choice words about United. Apparently , there were hundreds of people stranded in Los Angeles, missing flights and connections. The lady standing in the line behind him was worried that her vacation would be over before she could get out of the airport. What a bummer. When he asked what was causing all the trouble, the gal behind the counter said, "It's summer." Hmmmm... Someone should buy the decision makers at United a calendar so they'll be able to see summer coming next time and can then prepare. Ron was in pretty good spirits, all things considered. I after so long waiting in lines and wandering around the airport the only thing you can do is laugh.
The new podcast is finally complete. Be sure to tune in. Just click on the link to the Hawaiian Rainforest podcast on this page, then on the Hawaiian Rainforest link on the following directory page. Or, search for Hawaiian Rainforest episode 3 on iTunes. You can actually subscribe to it there and it will download automatically for you when you log on to iTunes. I'll apologize here for the narration having a bit of an echo. It's the result of both the mic connection and the acoustics of the room. One day I'll break down and get a proper set up. I've included photos of the pool I've been bragging about (top), Hilo Bay near a place called the Ice Pond and a nice shot of Queen Liliuokalani Park. The park is supposedly the largest Japanese garden outside Japan. It's really a pretty place. At the bottom on the left is my psycho mutt, Doc. And in the final shot, see if you can spot the crab. Aloha!

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