The Exhibit: Sea Creatures of Kawaihae Harbor at the Kailua Kona Library

    Snorkeling has been slow this week, but on the other hand, the exhibit is up and running through the end of February.  So here are some pictures for those of you who can't make it to our library in the next five weeks.  Jennifer Kau'i Losalio Young (she's has somehow through marriage and her renewed emphasis on her Hawaiian heritage acquired a bunch of names), was a big help.  We insisted that she give herself a little credit and I, in turn, gave her a clay hermit crab.  Everybody's happy.  

 

Here I am standing in front of the exhibit.  If you look carefully, you will see that in the "About the artist blurb," there is a picture of Sandra and me butterfly watching on Mount Hood.  Jen insisted that we have a picture that included both of us.  She really appreciates how much Sandra brings to the project.

Here is the exhibit map that Jen put together.  She told us that when previous exhibits have been running, people will stand in front looking at the guides and attempt to identify all the fish, butterflies, and what have you.  It's gratifying to think that we might be making a tiny difference.

  And here is the brochure that Jen put together that we are attempting to place in strategic spots around Kailua.

     For completeness' sake, here are three pictures taken by schmoopie, showing each side of the diorama and the hermits and shrimp in the middle.  

To all you out there who support the blog, thanks a bunch.  If someone is looking at this and they have time to get to the library, pleased stop and say hHi to Jen.  You'll find her ensconced behind a desk in the young adult section.

Last but not least, I have really gotten into the clay hermits.  Here are a few of the new style hermits.  A bit like a carcinologist's paperweight, perhaps.

See you at the library, 

jeff

The Invertebrates of Kawaihae Harbor An Exhibit at the Kailua Kona Library January 15th

     While we have been mostly focused on the finishing touches to the upcoming extravaganza at the library, which opens this coming Thursday, I have squeezed in a little snorkeling.  

     On Wednesday, Sandra dropped me off at the pier.  The cruise ship was in, so I walked through the hotel and chose to snorkel on the Ironman side.  The tide was high; there was more swell than we expected, and the water was cloudy.  Not only that, but with the cruise ship tenders coming and going, I was restricted to the designated swimming area.  

Hazlitt's Hermit Crab

    I saw very little and the camera stayed in my pocket.  The only picture I took that day was of an Asian couple who posed for a photo in front of the Kona Boys shack.  After taking their picture (with their camera) I asked where they were from.  The gentleman said Toronto. The New York City of Canada, I replied and his wife chuckled.  They spoke with a thick accent, which I assume, as they were Canadian, was a French accent.  But of course!

   The next day, Thursday, the surf was down.  I checked the tides and decided that a morning swim at Kahalu'u was just the thing.  We arrived around 9 AM to find the gate locked and bearing a Beach Closed sign.  We saw people in the water, so we walked in and found our friend Yasuko on patrol.  She said that the park was closed for maintenance and would reopen in an hour.  I asked about swimming and she said the swimmers were breaking the rules, but nobody would stop them.  So it was OK for me to swim?  

Indian Caloria Nudibranch

    I put on my neoprene vest and hit the water.  I had been swimming for about ten minutes when the lifeguard got on his horn and told all the swimmers that the park was closed and we had to get out. As it turns out, this didn't make much sense because all the swimmers were tracking sand where the cleaners had just done their job.  I had one picture of a Hebrew cone for my efforts.

    Note to beach goers: Kahalu'u is closed the first Thursday of every month from 8 to 10 for maintenance.

    As per my opening, most of our time lately has been spent fine tuning the exhibit which will run from January 15th until the end of February.  A month ago, I solicited help from Hai On, our friend who got us started at Kawaihae years in the past, and who several of you out there in Blog-land have met personally.  Hai was too busy with his children and other relatives to take me snorkeling at the scene of the crime.  However, he has become involved with a project supported by iNaturalist, the populist arm of the California Academy of Science.  In lieu of a snorkel, he sent me the web page iNaturalist has devoted to his species list (two other observers are included in the compilation, but I only used Hai's).  There is a map of Kawaihae with itty bitty numbers to show where the species were found.

   Not to mention a veritable plethora of captioned pictures of the animals of Kawaihae.  Eureka!

Ornate Hermit Crab

    Of course, I had a lot of my own information, but Hai, being the veritable Tom Bombadil of Kawaihae, had much more.

    I had already produced six species of nudibranchs that I had seen at Kawaihae, along with several sponges, bryozoans and what have you.  Hai's list gave me two more nudibranchs and some other obscure animals.  I'm including here models of one of the nudibranchs.  New to you, unless you happen to be Peter Krottje...the Indian Caloria.  The Kahuna Nudibranch is safely tucked away.  As you can see, the Caloria doesn't lend itself to tucking.

    Additionally, over the last few weeks, I started making hermit crabs.  Joyce Kilmer might protest: only God can make a hermit crab.  Well, these are merely models, they can't walk around or pinch you if they end up, somehow, in your pocket.  But I think they are pretty darn good and despite the fact that they are not emblematic invertebrates of Kawaihae, they are common enough that they must at least be in the vicinity. And possessing a modicum of hubris, I'm including them in my diorama.

Seuratt's Hermit Crab

    It seemed like everything was coming together.  On Thursday I repainted the background.  this sounds easy but I was exhausted from ten minutes of snorkeling, so it was a significant task.  Then on Friday morning we staged a dress rehearsal.  We put the two panels on the table on the lanai, got out all the clay and paper mache figures with the intention of attaching many of them permanently to their new cardboard home.  We had everything in place.  

    At this point, I got out my little bag of rooster tail feathers.  Amazon calls these craft feathers and you can buy a couple dozen for about eight clams. 

     Suddenly disaster struck.  I had totally underestimated the circumference of a rooster quill.  Someone like Thomas Jefferson, who history tells us penned the DoI with a quill, would have known these things are not exactly small.  Aside from watching the handsome devils strut around our rural neighborhood, I possess a minimum of first hand experience with roosters.  

Is Kailua Kona ready for this?

    The craft feathers are destined to fill out two feather duster worms.  The small upright brown tubes I had fashioned on the cardboard (which Sandra declared to be more than a bit phallic) were each supposed to contain a dozen quills.  The best we could stuff in was five. 

   There is a current joke about Melania.  When asked if she was aware of Donald's venous insufficiency, she replied, "Yes.  Donald has a very small venous."  You can see this on youtue/SNL.  LMFAO.  I just learned that.  Isn't the internet wonderful?

    Meanwhile, my small venouses have been, much like MacDuff, untimely ripped.   MacDuff went on to kill MacBeth.  My little brown tubes went on to the garbage box. New tubes have been fashioned and I am debating whether or not I will repaint the background on both panels for the third time.  And do I have time for another substandard snorkeling excursion before the exhibit goes up? Stay tuned.

jeff   

A Boxing Day Spectacular at Kahaku'u

    Christmas Day went off as planned.  We saw Kathy and Vernon in the morning before they left for the airport.  They bestowed upon us, as a sort of Christas gift, some of the stuff left over from their family vacation and returned car seats and boogie boards.  This meant we didn't have to drive to the airport, which was a Christmas blessing in and of itself. 

Ember Parrott, Kahalu'u Boxing Day 2025

    Back at home, Sandra and I collaborated on a big bowl of garlic alfredo mashed potatoes.  These were consumed on the lanai of the Lutheran Church of the Holy Trinity, along with all the elements of a potluck feast, such that we struggled home and took a Rip van Winkle caliber nap.  Whether the nap was well deserved, I leave it to you to decide.  

    We shared a table at the Christmas feast with a couple of about our age, read: just this side of decrepit.  They hail from a very smalltown north of Milwaukee.  Mabel (the names are changed to protect the innocent) was very sweet and couldn't abide a football rivalry where you actually hated the opposing fans.   She's obviously never been to Autzen Stadium.  

    The Badgers, who are blessed with a devoted following in a state best known for Pabst beer, are long time denizens of the Big 10, which has now expanded like the British Empire.  That's right, the sun never sets on the Big 10.  There are so many new teams that Mabel and Barney needed to know who the bad guys were.  

The only thing missing from this picture is a target.

      In fact, it wasn't the Ducks that I was attempting to indoctrinate her against, not that with Phil Knight and his Nike filthy lucre don't deserve it, but the University of Spoiled Children.  Most especially, if you really want to despise something, you can start with the USC marching band, their fake Roman red and gold uniforms and that martial refrain that would make a self-respecting Centurion run screaming into the Visigoth horde.  

    Mabel said, and I'm not making this up, "If the children are spoiled it must be the parents fault."   I think Mabel may live a little too far out in the woods.

    For Barney's part, he noted that in his business he'd never met anyone from California that he liked.  Maybe he was just humoring me.  FYI, there's a shitload of people in California, some of whom are really nice.  And excellent fish watchers!

    Anyway, as Mabel was so precious, that on the way home I composed her a limerick.  I'm going to print it and give it to her at church, so she can put it on her refrigerator. 

Apparently, Badgers don't hate anybody

   We live fifty miles north of Milwaukee 

   Where we fish for bass and play hockey. 

   We never say f*** 

   When we're hit with a puck. 

  And the bass are not spiteful or cocky.

   And this brings us to Boxing Day.   December 26th dawned clear and bright, just like it says in Mele Kalikimaka.  This made it ideal for doing yard work.  I filled up two barrels with leaves, Monstera leaves, Buddha belly leaves, leaves from the lemon tree, the Bodhi tree, etc.  I may have more dead leaves than there are people residing in California.  I've got a call in to Gavin Newsome's office to verify this.  I let you know when the governor gets back to me.  

Christmas Wrasse on Boxing Day 2025, Kahalu'u

   At any rate, when I finished with the leaves I went out on the lanai and was pleased to see that there was absolutely no surf.  My long-lost swim buddy, she'd only been gone for 24 hours at this point, had refreshed my religion, Fishwatching, as if there was any doubt, and I knew I had to answer the call.  Thus, Sandra was throwing me out of the car at exactly 11 AM.  The shelter at Kahalu'u was packed, but a nice Indian family from Mountain View made room for me.  Soon I was changed and headed for the rocky entrance.

    Noticia para esnorkelers!  Some person, possibly a well-intentioned reef teacher has placed four flagstones just past the first set of rocks at the K Bay entrance.  If they only had about hundred more of these paving stones, they could get their foot friendly trail all the way out to deep water.  But these four stones provide one's tender footsies a respite for about three feet.  Does the phrase "pissing in the ocean" seem appropriate?

Nothing's impossible, simply impassable.

   I soon had my flippers on, ready to take on the real challenge.   There was a plethora of people crowding the entrance.   As I had suspected, as I stood on our lanai, the water was quite still.  If one had water shoes this apparently made it ideal to just stand in the entry, no swimming necessary, no inconvenient waves to knock you over.  This created a forest of legs for me to negotiate.  I must have seen fifty pairs of water shoes as I slithered over the rocks. The main channel was so clogged as to be, in the words of the doorknob in Alice in Wonderland, impassible.

   As the people were standing still, this turned out to be somewhat less difficult than I anticipated.  Soon I was swimming in fairly clear water with no waves or current to speak of.   And, considering the crush of humanity at the entrance, very few fellow swimmers. Soon I was out among the coral, and a gentleman near me pointed out a large Pictus moray eel that was hunting ten feet away.  This is a big eel, so the size of this guy, big, didn't surprise me.  

Milletseed Butterfly, Boxing Day 2025

    Almost immediately, right here in the middle, I saw a male Ember Parrotfish.  This is not an unusual sighting at Kahalu'u. but this is an edible fish, spear fishing is allowed, and these guys are shy.  This fellow, on the other hand, swam away so slowly that I was able to get three good shots.  As you will see there was something in the water that was slowing down these otherwise wary fish.

    Over by the Rescue Shelter, among some coral that has seen better days, I encountered a beautiful big Christmas Wrasse.  Like his buddy, the male Ember Parrot, this guy was in no hurry to get away.  Ordinarily a Christmas Wrasse swims quickly by.  It's like, "Adios amigo, see you next year." This fellow allowed me three good shots and then swam up the middle at such a leisurely pace that I followed him for a couple minutes.  I kept taking pictures, but they were of the south end of a north bound fish, so you won't see any of those here. 

Pearl Wrasse male, Boxing Day 2025

 

    By the time I looked up, I was fairly far out.  There was no risk of being run down by a surfer.  Although a surprising number were out on surfboards, and there was no surf to speak of.

    Eventually I swam back in where I encountered what must be the one resident Milletseed Butterfly.  Kathy and I saw what must be the same fish the day the SD card was missing.  

   At this point I was swimming towards the exit when I ran into the male Pearl Wrasse.  As with the Milletseed, this must be the same fish I saw the day before Kathy arrived.  This time the conditions were better, and I'd had more recent experience with the camera.  I followed the fish until he got to a patch of water that was clear of temperature effect and well lit.  It's a good picture, and it reveals a bit of an injury just below the dorsal fin.  One has to suspect the reason we are seeing this otherwise wary fish is that he is not quite up to snuff.  Lucky for him he has a protected place to spend his golden years.  Do I resemble that remark? 

jeff 

A second look at the Christmas Wrasse on Boxing Day

The Christmas Wrasse Cometh 2025

    If you are a friend of the blog, you must have been on edge as Christmas bore down upon us like a load of fertilizer inadvertently dumped into a Mustang convertible.  Would he, or would he not, see the Christmas Wrasse on the appointed day.  That day moved a few years ago to December 24th, as Christmas Day has become excessively cluttered with sundry obligations.  

The Big Fish is no longer in the King Kam Hotel

    Yesterday, as you probably know, was both Christmas Eve and a Wednesday.  Wednesday is important here in the land of swaying palms and avocado tree blight, as it is not only one of the three days in a week that the Kealakehe Transfer Facility accepts yard debris, but it is also the day that the Carnival Cruise ship drops anchor in Kailua Bay.  Like clockwork, every Wednesday morning finds us motoring down the hill towards the Kuakini Highway.  a can or two of leaves and branches bouncing around in the back, as we simultaneously admire the monster cruise ship, gleaming a dazzling white on the sunlit bay.  This day, to the contrary, we had a load of snorkeling equipment in lieu of leaves and branches.

   Sandra was driving the sleigh when we, doing our best imitation of Mister Grinch and Max, passed Ka'ahumanu Place.  Our customary drop off area was suffering a double dip of pandemonium with the cruise ship crowd piled onto the mob associated with Christmas Eve in the Sandwich Islands.   We had anticipated this situation, and she dropped me off in front of the Marriott.

Ornate Hermit Crab Christmas 25

   Walking through the hotel on the way to the beach, I was admiring their Christmas tree when I ran smack dab into a black hole.  The Big Fish, an enormous world record Marlin, posed as if leaping against a thousand-pound test fishing line, was gone!  The Big Fish had been our family landmark for decades, as in, "I'll meet you at the Big Fish."  I was able to lasso an employee who said that the fish had been moved to the Royal Kona Resort.  No reason given.  We'll have to check it out.

   I made it through the hotel, which was almost deserted and out to the lagoon, which was an absolute mob scene.  Lucky for me, Kathy was right there in front of the Kona Boys shack.  Aside from my swim buddy, the first thig I noticed was that the water was really high, lapping at the sea wall.  As we donned our swimming attire, standing ankle deep in the high tide, I noticed to my surprise that the water was warm.  In the Inner Harbor the water is usually 75 degrees, maybe colder, but these lapping wavelets were possibly over 80 degrees.

    As we turned to go in, two teams of paddlers came ashore.  We stepped aside while they rolled their canoes into the yard, each on its large tired canoe dolly.  All part of the Christmas circus.  

     Once in the water, the madness receded and we were alone in the watery world.  Knowing that the little bay might be our best chance for a Christmas Wrasse, my head was on a swivel, but there were relatively few fish and no Christmas Wrasse.  We searched the area beside the heiau and both sides of the rip rap that forms the breakwater.  There were a few Koles, (Kathy's new found friends), looking back at us with their watery gold rimmed eyes, but no Christmas Wrasse.  

    As we crossed the little bay, heading for Paul Allen's lagoon, we ran across a couple stands of meandrina coral.    In the second I found a guard crab relatively out in the open, a cute little guy that was a yellowish orange.  I slipped aside so Kathy could get a look and by the time I returned he was gone.  No picture, hence, identification is impossible beyond saying that it was a guard crab.

The dependable Red Pencil Urchin, Christmas 25

    A few feet away I noticed a shell wedged among the branches of the coral.  I dove down about three feet and repositioned the shell with the aperture facing out.  Almost immediately I was rewarded with an emerging Ornate Hermit Crab.  It took a couple dives in the shallow moving water, but I finally snapped this picture, using the automatic flash and focus.  It is a long-standing maxim in photography that the flash stops the action.  Another maxim is that you ought to hold still while you take the picture.  With bobbing down and back up the three feet and the current moving me sideways, I was far from still.  So here is the best picture I got.  The flash startled the crab, so after that one effort he was back in hiding.

    These were the first crabs I had seen since our return, and I was much relieved to find them.  Despite my poor photographic efforts, these small animals are a magnificent addition to our local fauna.  In these days of climate change, with one species after another drizzling off the palette, one doesn't know, until he sees his long lost friend, just who might have disappeared forever. 

   We finished crossing the bay and scoured the area outside Paul Allen's Lagoon, another likely spot, without seeing a Christmas Wrasse.  Here I got a mediocre picture of a pair of teardrops to go along with my crabby effort.

Juvenile Christmas Wrasse like I saw.

    On the outside, along the wall that defends the Thurston Estate, we saw very little.  The tide was high enough that we were able to swim over the reef flat and back into the bay.  Once I saw a male shortnose wrasse in one of the depressions here.  And wouldn't that have been a fine Christmas present!  But wrasses, shortnose, five stripe and Christmas, were not to be found. 

    By the time we swam around the rip rap and were patrolling the edge of the heiau, I was working up my excuses and justifications, wondering if I could somehow squeeze a snorkel at Kahalu'u  into my Christmas Day obligations.  Se deep was my remorse that I took a picture of one of our best invertebrates, the Red Pencil Sea Urchin, that is nowhere better represented than in the entryway to the Inner Harbour.  

Its going to come together.

    Now here is an animal you can count on.  It's always there, and it holds still to get its picture taken.  All urchins should take a lesson from this fine fellow.  And fiddlesticks on the Christmas Wrasse.

    Just as suddenly, as I neared the inner corner of the heiau. a juvenile Christmas wrasse swam right in front of me.  I yelled, "Here it is!" into my snorkel and pointed as the little trout did a loop de loop around a rock and swam away.  A ten second look at five feet was more than good enough! 

   I turned to Kathy and asked if she had seen it.  "Oh yes!" she said.  "It was yellow!'

   Well, the little fish that I had seen was bluish, sort of like those characters that tormented Ringo and Paul in their Yellow Submarine adventure.  The submarine might have been yellow, but my little fish, and their Meanies, were blue.  

    Once we cleared the shallow water, my swim buddy and I had a discussion.  Clearly, we had seen different fish.  Kathy had done some due diligence (good for her) the previous evening and she knew what a Christmas wrasse looked like.  I noted that a Christmas Wrasse is usually checked red and green. to which she replied, those colors might have been present, but this fish was yellow.  We left it at that and darned if, trailing just a few feet behind me, she didn't see the same fish again on the way to shore.

Kathy... "This is exactly what I saw."   photo Waikiki Aquarium

   If anything, the circus in the vicinity of the Kona Boys shack was worse than when we embarked on our quest.  We got our showers and said our Merry Christmas Wrasse goodbyes. 

     This was a great week of snorkeling with Kathy, and it couldn't have ended any better.  I hope you had a wonderful Christmas with wrasses darting between the sugar plums (whatever they are) in your dreams.

    Mele kalikimaka, 

    jeff

Merry Christmas from Pepper-land!

   

Kahalu'u and the Pier with Kathy ... Long Jawed Squirrelfish and friends!

          Kathy and I took a second run at Kahalu'u on Saturday.  The shelter had been reserved by a group that was meeting for business, as opposed to a banquet, a baby luau or such.  We arrived early and they kindly allowed Vernon, who is recovering from knee surgery, and Sandra to sit in the shade while Kathy and I had a quick swim.

Tiger Cowry Kahalu'u December 2025

         The current was manageable, and we did the usual circuit, counterclockwise around the bay.  We didn't see as many fish as on our first outing.  There was no shortnose wrasse by the break water and although I turned over a come shell and a drupe, both of which had crawled (presumably) up onto the coral, I could not coax out a hermit crab.   In the middle we finally got lucky with a fine tiger cowry that was hanging out at the base of an Evermann's Coral, about three feet down.  It's always fun to photograph a stationary animal!  

    On the shore side by the Rescue Shelter, we saw a lone blue stripe snapper, and Kathy found her first Lagoon Triggerfish for the trip.  Before heading in, we scored a Whitemouth Moray.  This should be the easiest moray to see, but in this month, I had seen three other species before nabbing this individual.

Green Sea Turtles remain a highlight at K Bay.

   To polish off this swim, Kathy spotted a turtle.  He was being pursued by one of our fellow snorkelers who got so close that part of his equipment was dangling onto the turtle's shell.  Finally, he cleared out and we swam within a respectful ten feet and got some pictures.

    Yesterday, we finally snorkeled the pier.  Figuring that my swim buddy would enjoy a smattering of the usual suspects, we swam on the Ironman side.  The tide was high and there was more wave action on the bit of sand than I had expected.  (The wave predictor had said it would be flat.)  Along with this bit of surf, the water was a little cloudy.  

    By the time we made it to the last swim buoy the visibility was under ten feet.  In addition to making it hard to see the fish, cloudy water, at least in my mind, is associated with shark attacks.  Fortunately, as we turned around the swim buoy the water became much clearer.  

Long Jawed Squirrelfish

    A pair of milkfish, silvery with deeply forked tails, swam beneath us and we got a good look at the group of adult Hawaiian Dascyllus that I expected to find in that area.  As we swam in, a nice pair of Teardrop Butterflies swam around a coral ten feet below.  

    About that time the Marian, the glass bottom boat that attempts to show non-swimmers the coral and the fish, came swooping into the area.  Knowing that we were a bit out of bounds, we had been watching for boats and easily kept clear.  

   At this time, we were in that excellent patch of lush coral growth, about ten feet deep, that surrounds the large mooring buoy.  I alerted my friend that this was the place where we might see an angelfish, affording us the opportunity to sort out Moorish Idols and the colorful but shy and damselfish shaped true angelfish.  

    We didn't see any angelfish, but for a quick few seconds, we saw a large red fish swim in a gap between

Devil Scorpionfish, Kailua Kona 2025

 corals.  One might have expected such a red fish to be a Bigeye.  However, this guy was not as deep in the body and had a distinctive sharp face.  Back at the ranch, a little book work revealed this to be a Long-Jawed Squirrelfish.  Luckily, although seldom seen by snorkelers, this fish is not uncommon on the Kona Coast.  I dove down in hopes of another look, but this furtive fish had gone to ground.  He probably won't be the fish that Kathy remembers from her visit, but it will certainly be the one that I remember.  

   At about this time, the pilot of the Marian started yelling at us, telling us we were in the boat only zone.  We were nowhere near his boat.  We saw him and he saw us. Perhaps he didn't want his customers getting the idea that they could see more fish snorkeling without the inconvenience of his little cruise.

    "What are those people looking at?  How much do they have to pay to swim there?"  Too many inconvenient truths for the Skipper.   At any rate, to avoid a chat with the harbormaster, I yelled thank you, kept the Navajo good luck sign out of the skipper's view and we made our way back across the floating line.  

    This wasn't the end of the world.  I immediately saw a small school of Aholehole swimming against the pier.  This fast moving school of silvery fellows was not all that dramatic, but not all that common, either.  Then a small adult colored Christmas wrasse swam by.  A handful of strokes later, I spotted a large Devil Scorpionfish looking much like the stones between which he was positioned.  So much did he look like a stone, that Kathy had trouble seeing him.  I took a picture in the event that she needed convincing.  The water was cloudy, and the picture suffered accordingly.  But there is no doubt that we got Mephistopheles in repose.

   We took one more pass out to the third swim buoy where we spotted a brace of Kole.  These handsome lavender brown fish with the distinctive golden eye ring made a fine finishing touch to a pretty nice collection of the usual suspects, with a few Christmas treasures thrown in.

jeff

The picture of the Kole is brought to you courtesy of some nice guys who would like to sell you a few that you can pass out as stocking stuffers...jh

Instructions to Beach 69 along with some friends and fishes

       Yesterday we got together, finally, with Kathy and Vernon.  We met at Kahalu'u for some socializing and some fish watching.  Before we made it to our friends, we encountered Kathleen Clarke in the car park.  She had just finished giving her gang of Reef Teachers their marching orders, so we felt free to accost her and present her with her Christmas gift.  

Mele Kalilimaka to Kathleen!

    It wasn't actually a gift per se, but a personalized card.  It's always hard to tell if someone is genuinely happy with what you are giving them, but she seemed happy and promised to put it on her refrigerator for well into the new year.  And I ask you, what higher accolade could an amateur card maker aspire to than to have his art attached to a pretty reef teacher's ice box?  

    To say that I have gone crazy making AI tooled greeting cards is a bit of an understatement.  If you are a friend of the blog, there may be one in your future.

    After we gave Kathleen her card, we told her we were on our way to meet some friends, to which she replied, "I think she's already here.  And she was asking about sharks."

    Yes.  That would be Kathy.  The previous afternoon she and Vernon had stopped in at K Bay to check it out and what did they see but a sign saying the beach was closed because there had been a shark sighting. She interrogated a reef teacher, who had nothing else to do as the beach was closed.  April (that was the culprit's name) told her that it might be a Galapagos shark.  And that if she was going to swim in the morning, she might wait for the lifeguards to arrive.  Apparently, the lifeguards are better shark spotters than us swimmers.  Or perhaps she was thinking that they would hop on their surfboard, if the need arose, and haul your bleeding corpse out of the water.  

    Either way, we had pushed our meeting back half an hour to accommodate the arrival of competent civic supervision.

    Kathy and Vernon looked fantastic and soon she and I were threading our way out into the bay.  The water was surprisingly warm, maybe 80 degrees, and we saw a few fish.  

    As the current was moderate, we swam near the shoreline to get to the area near the Menehune Breakwater.  There we saw a lovely pair of Saddleback Butterflies.  Two days ago, Kathleen had alerted us that another couple (I guess they have taken our place as the ace husband and wife fish finding team) saw a male Shortnose Wrasse in that area.  I was looking hard but did not find one of those smallish beauties.  If you are going out, you should be alert!  

   As we swam back to the middle, a gorgeous fat Christmas Wrasse cruised by in the opposite direction.  We both got a good look.

   As we made the turn, my swim buddy spotted a hunting Zebra Moray.  This was a great fish, maybe four feet in length.  He was about ten feet away.  I retrieved the camera as I closed in on him, but by the time I was ready he had receded into the coral, never to return.  So, we didn't get a picture, but as you will soon see, this was a moot point.

   Clockwise we went and over by the Rescue Shelter we saw a fine, healthy Milletseed Butterfly.  This is the fish that used to be so common here at K Bay.  Now we feel very lucky to see one.  And this one was a beauty.  

Milletseed Butterflyfish, Kahalu'u December 2023

    In the middle we saw a small juvenile Hawaiian Dascyllus.  As Kathleen had mentioned two days ago, he seemed to be taking refuge among some long spined urchins.  These keiki dascyllus are revered among the local fish watchers, but as we said in the last blog, they ain't no Bengai Cardinalfishes.

   Before Kathy and I headed for the barn, I spotted a fine Snakehead Cowry in the sand beside a coral.  

   Once we were ashore and showered, I pulled out the camera, pushed the play button and got the message that there was no card in the camera.  Remember how I said that I had made kissy face with the SD card reader?  This, I suppose, was my morning after surprise.  We had seen some wonderful stuff, but luckily, I guess, nothing that would require a picture to verify a truly unusual sighting.  

                                         Instructions for getting to Beach 69

     As we were getting ready to go, I was telling Vernon and Kathy that I had recommended to their son and his family, also on this trip, that they go to Beach 69 (otherwise known as the Waialea Extension to Hapuna Beach Park) as it is very family friendly.  Overhearing my expostulation, a lovely young mother asked me what I could tell her about getting to Beach 69.  So, for all you young families, or simply the young at heart, here is the rundown.

    Beach 69 was once fairly primitive.  Now it is thoroughly developed with a large, modern car park, requiring a fee for non-residents.  There is a good walkway down to the beach and excellent shower and changing facilities.  At the end of the walkway, you can turn left to find picnic tables in the shade or turn right to find a short sandy beach where your keiki might boogie board on small waves.  Please exercise appropriate caution with your children around the ocean.

    To get to Beach 69 from the south, take the exit marked Puako, which is about a mile south of the turn into Hapuna.  Descend on this road for a short distance and take the first right onto a windy up and down road that is well paved and go for about a mile.  Here you will find a large sign as note above ... Waialea Extension ...  And there you are. 

   We had a wonderful morning at the beach, and I hope you do as well.

jeff

   

     

Old Acquaintances at Kahalu'u

     On Monday we were at the Keahou Shopping Center and, although the surf was still high.  We stopped by Kahalu'u on the way home.  The nice lady who collects the outrageous parking fees told us that our friend, Yasuko would be working the following morning.  Even better, she consulted her laptop and proclaimed that the surf would be down the next day and on Friday.  A veritable palantir it was.

If your name was Yasuko, you could have one, too.

    Dutifully the next morning, we arrived at dear old K Bay to find incredibly flat water.  And shooting to our side was our dear friend, still speaking English with a bit of Japanese thrown in for good measure. We presented Yasuko with a paper mache butterfly fish with Mele Kalikimaka  emblazoned on a Christmas ornament.  She and Sandra settled down for a visit while I plunged ahead into the water.  

    Tuesday was one of those days when there is very little tidal exchange.  At 8:30 it was at half a foot and around 1:00 it was going to peak just above a foot.  So, as I entered, there was plenty of water to float me out into the bay.

   The water was fairly clear, although blurred by cold and warm water coming together.  Almost immediately I saw the fish of the day, a male Pearl Wrasse who was in no hurry and let me get what should have been some good pictures.  Unfortunately, I have not made best of friends with the Olympus recently and most of my pictures were inexplicably blurry.  The good news is that this morning I made kissy face with my SD Card reader and so I have the best of a sorry lot to show you. 

Pearl Wrasse male, Kahalu'u December 2025

   There was just enough current to inhibit an old guy who hasn't been swimming very much, but I lasted 45 minutes.  There was a nice variety of fish, including a school of Keel tailed Needlefish, which used to be routine at K Bay.  It was a great day for long spined sea urchins, of which we will speak later.  And I enjoyed a cleaner wrasse who had set up shop conveniently on the shore side of the first corals. 

   On the way in, I photographed a Spotted Linkia Starfish, about five inches across.   Look carefully and you will see the red dotted markings on an otherwise flesh colored sea star.

    As we were getting ready to leave, Kathleen Clark, Queen of the Reef Teachers, dropped by for a chat.   I complemented her on her fine collection of long spined sea urchins.  I couldn't help mentioning one of our favorite fish of all time, the Bengai Cardinalfish, which we saw at Weedy Pirates, Permuteran, Bali.  There, it was harboring among the spines of some super long spined urchins.  It was an unforgettable sight.  

Spotted Linkia, Kahalu'u December 2025

    A fortnight ago in our immediate past, Sandra and I were reminded of this fish in a most unexpected way. My son and his family, having moved to Boise, of all the God forsaken locations, were celebrating my daughter-in-law's birthday, at great expense.  This, apparently, is what yuppies these days do. Anyway, they found a swanky hotel on a lake in McCall , Idaho.  While Tara was at the spa, James and my grandsons were in the game room where they encountered a large saltwater tank full of Indonesian fish.  La de da. And among them was a Bengai Cardinalfish.  At my request, James texted me a picture and so, phone in hand, I was able to tantalize Kathleen with his photo.  And now I'm tantalizing you.  Some fish, n'est pas?  

   Until I was appraised of the nightly rate, I thought I might go the Shore Inn and spend a few minutes gazing at their fish.  Instead, I looked up my favorite spot to stay in Permuteran, and discovered that for the price of one night at the Shore Inn I could spend 10 nights at Pondok Shindu.  Lovely tropical breakfast and flowers on the bed included.  

Bengai Cardinalfish, Shore Inn, McCall Id.  photo James Hill

  To paraphrase Dire Straits, Money for nothin' and the fish are free.

    Kathleen noted that the baby Dascyllus are hanging out in her long urchin spines.  We agreed that she really needs to get to Bali, but that appears to be for a later stage in her busy life.  Hopefully the ocean and its wonderful creatures will be there when her time arrives.  

jeff