Ready for an outrageously huge photo dump? I know I am! We started Day 3 in Maui off with a trip down the coast to snorkel.

Oof, look at that water. I didn’t even edit these beach photos–this is how it really looked.

I decided the Boy looks better in those blue, mirrored sunglasses than I ever did, and I told him so. He wisely brought his contacts along for the trip, and I brought along about 9 pairs of sunglasses (only a partial selection out of my obnoxious collection).

My neon green sunglasses just keep on giving me joy, ever since 2009.

Testing the water…

…perfect!

I’ve had those neon orange tie-dyed board shorts forever, but they seemed most appropriate in Maui (along with various other spandex bits of clothing I would never wear around Seattle).

Fleeta with her snorkel mask on.

I don’t have any photos of the Boy and I with our snorkel gear on this day–right after I “tested” the water I took off my shorts, put on the snorkel gear and got right to it. I took scuba diving lessons as a teenager but this was my first snorkel experience–it was fantastic. We have some underwater snorkeling photos but I’ll save those for later.

Post-snorkeling stretch. The grainy quality of this photo must mean it was taken with the Canon A610.

The Boy and his mother coming in from snorkeling.

She had a little trouble getting in and out of the water with her fins on. I felt completely inhibited by my fins–I’m using to using my big ol’ feet for flippers–so after the first snorkeling excursion I didn’t wear them at all, and was much happier.

We returned to the hotel and I decided I hadn’t had enough sun that morning, so I headed down to the beach while everyone else stayed upstairs.

The Boy took some shots from the balcony, like this one of a surf Mom and her kids. Aw, I want to be part of a surfing family.

The Dad of the surf family.

Surfer in a neon pink bikini.

Perfect shot of a little bird on the balcony.

He also snapped a few paparazzi-esque shots of me…

…which I soon noticed.

And then of course posed for. Flashing a peace sign wearing a peace sign tie-dyed bikini…whatta dirty hippie.

You can see me sitting by myself near the center of the photo. The guy on the white chair nearest my right was disgusting–he had a creepy pedophile mustache and when I glanced over at him accidentally he was wagging his tongue at me in a very lewd manner. Ew.

After “relaxing” for about 2 minutes (A.D.D. was high), I donned my neon flowered bathing cap and hit the water.

Fabulous.

I could float all day.

That bathing cap was a damn good purchase.

“I used to have a bathing cap like that, with pink flowers!” Fleeta told me.

“Aw, you should have kept it!” I said.

She laughed. “I never thought they would come back!”

Surf family and me. Hey, is that an abandoned board?

The Boy and his father on the balcony, from the beach. His father is holding the book he read on the trip (appropriately titled “Hawaii”); the Boy is holding the new camera.

While I sweated on the beach and ignored the filthy advances of a creep and did a little swimming, everyone else rested, so when I came back upstairs they were ready to go out again and I was exhausted. I experienced 10 minutes of crankiness on the road to a surf spot (the only time I was cranky in Maui). Once we reached the surf spot, I got over it.

The Boy on his surfboard, waiting for a wave. I didn’t surf that day–I was completely worn out from snorkeling and swimming.

Surfing involves a lot of waiting. This can be frustrating for the photographer–I’d finally give up  and put the camera away and that was always right when he would catch a wave.

Plenty of other surfers out that day.

Nice butt!

The Boy helpfully wore a light-blue Underarmour shirt, so I could spot him easier. The glorious zoom function on the new camera also helped immensely.

Surfing with paddles is really popular in Maui, we discovered.

What kind of maniac would wear a white sports jersey to surf in?

Lovely view.

Still waiting…

Hey! He’s getting up!

Ah HA! He caught one!

I spotted a Golden Retriever with the happiest doggy expression ever, and went over to say hi. An elderly couple nearby explained that the dog belonged to their daughter-in-law, and she was about to take him surfing! A real Surf Dog! I was so excited.

There they go! Not only was Surf Dog friendly, but his owner was too. After they came back to shore I gushed all over her and told her how much I enjoyed the show. She was very sweet.

Like me, she had blond hair, a brightly-colored bikini and we were even wearing necklaces with the same white swirl shell for a pendant. Wooo-oooh-oooooh.

“My next dog is going to be a Golden Retriever,” I announced to the Boy’s parents while taking 10,000 photos of Surf Dog.

The Boy heads in for a short break while Surf Dog heads out.

Yay Surf Dog!

The Boy’s parents doing their best tourist impressions.

Adorable.

The Boy heading out a second time. I was totally burnt out from taking photos of him by this time, so I…didn’t.

I let my mother-in-law take over instead.

Today is the Boy’s birf-day! I bought him a pair of black Doc Martens, as he’s been jealous over mine ever since I bought them. He told me he used to have Doc Martens but he “lost” them. “Losing” shoes is a foreign concept to me. So is giving them away!

We’re going out to Italian dinner and a movie later this evening. I think it’s going to be “Arthur”, unless he changes his mind. He really enjoyed that “Water for Elephants” book but I told him there was NO WAY I was gonna sit through the movie starring that awful Mormon vampire geek and Reese Boringspoon, even if it IS his birthday. Looooooooove!