...for today. I'm still on Oahu, in that strange place known as Resortland. An extraordinarily arduous hike today culminating in a steep and wildly slippery descent into the Waimea Bay South Valley. A man in our party was unable to stay on his feet, and so went down more or less through the jungle muck on his rump. White shorts gone the color of the Hawaiian red dirt, the sort used to make the famous tee shirts. Luckily, we didn't have to do this challenging trek on ice skates.