Okay, okay, okay. I’ve kept you in suspense for long enough and I’m sorry for doing that. However, you should know that suspense was my second choice, after water torture. But I soon realized it wasn’t possible to water torture my readers (actually, James is a reader and he’s being water-tortured by that leak in our kitchen).
This was during our lunch (and nap) break at Milolli State Park, somewhere around eleven or twelve miles into the kayaking trip.
I’m trying to bring my experience to paper, but the fact of the matter is I’ve spent a whole lot of time thinking about Na Pali, reading about it, looking at pictures, taking notes – all of this is called conceptualizing – but the problem is, I can’t recreate the experience.
You see, kayaking Na Pali induced such a wide range of incredible and foreign emotions that it isn’t possible to capture such an enlightening experience in words. It's left me speechless and I've given up trying to verbalize my feelings.
It's anti-climatic, I know, but instead you'll just have to check out this great photo-journal.
Listening to: Nine Inch Nails - Down in it