A few rainy days ago when Southern California was its old sunny self, my wife Buckwheat and I took a little road trip to Balboa Island in our Roadster, the idea behind the trip was to decompress after spending two months of demanding physical labor at "Youth With A Mission's" (YWAM) training base in Kailua-Kona, Hawaii. The forty hour work weeks were tough, but soul defining causing us much to ponder during our retirement start up.
Once on the Island we parked and started walking around the Island, which was as much for exercise of body, as spirit, there is something peaceful about walking around quaint, and not so quaint beach homes. Our goal on the walk was to circumvent the Island and we talk about the important things in our life, and Hawaii's two month impact on our future, we now had new friends, challenges and impacts.
Beside our communication, we also had a physical target, the Ferry. The Balboa Island Ferry takes both cars and pedestrians across the Balboa inlet separating the island from the peninsula. The peninsula is filled with equally beautiful homes as the island, but it has the Pacific Ocean, a pier, and a boardwalk filled Fun Zone filled with an eye-popping vistas, a Ferris Wheel, Arcades, super quick, junk food places, good, and not so good restaurants, cheap, and not so cheap clothing stores, plus a fine display of human diversity, from beach-type people, to the street people who've excelled at poor choices, and to visitors like us.
The ferry's job this day, was, for us anyway, to take us from the tranquillity of our walk and talk , to the cheap and wacky, which all Fun Zone's hold with their collective noises, views, and bewilderment's. Since our lives are daily crowded with the serious and the silly, we didn't see any reason to thin out the day to just the sublime. Cheap food and thrills were to be the dessert of the day.
