Asher squealed with delight as the young woman greeting us placed a lei around his neck. “Those are for decoration, not eating,” cautioned Briana. You would think, being three years old, our son would be well past the stage where he put everything in his mouth. Well, toys and rocks and sticks no longer went there – thank goodness – but if Asher thought something might possibly be candy, no matter how unlikely that seemed, he would take a bite. “Look at the waves,” exclaimed Mary, pointing. “They’re so big, How come we don’t live at the beach?” “Because we started out in the middle of the country,” I replied. “Besides, heading for the ocean would have been pointless and just gotten us killed.” “Hawaii is one of the few places where the water is relatively safe,” confirmed Major Briggs. “Most shorelines need to be avoided.” The major had accompanied us on this trip, along with a pair of representatives from the council running Yellowstone’s day to day affairs.
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