Well, yesterday Dalton said he had the second best day of his life...he went golfing with Michael....The obviously had a great time, Dalton won! Manon and I drove them to the course and then we travelled all around the area.  We went to a couple of small towns and walked up and down the streets, meandering into art galleries and glass blowing places.  It was very interesting, from a non artistic point of view.

We went to the bluffs to watch the surfers ride the big waves.  We got there just before the ambulance arrived to take one of them away, snapped his surfboard in half.  It was pretty amazing to watch, but I am glad I didn't know anyone participating...it's scary!!
 

After we left there we went to another small town, I don't have the map with me so I can't tell you the name of it.  We wandered around all the shops and galleries, Manon is the Curator of the Campbell River Art Gallery.  We found an Ice Cream Shoppe so had to imbibe, (there was someone behind us twisting the arms).  While we were waiting to cross the street (lights are very long there) someone in a large souped-up white truck, about 3 back from the intersection, held one foot on the gas and the other on the break.  At first we thought someone was speeding and couldn't stop fast enough but the noise wouldn't stop, there was a huge cloud of smoke around him and as he continued the cloud grew larger and larger.  

When the light finally changes he was squeeling around the corner and he blew a tire, everyone applauded. Later when we were leaving town we saw that the cops had him surrounded.  Such is life in a small Hawaiian town.