I insisted – wisely – that we get the phone set-up (and Pony’s iPad – has cellular service in it and she wanted to be able to consult with Google Maps and the Camino blogs if she needed to know something)(I wanted my iPhone set-up with Spanish service in the event that we needed to call someone – I thought it would be me – an ambulance). Continue reading “Fighting Our Way to Utegra”
So we get a gig in beautiful Hawaii. Tropical Molokai. A first-ever trip to a tropical paradise for Pony.
So, just because I was along, the islands were going to get the first hurricane to hit the islands directly in 22 years (even though it wimped-out to a “tropical storm,” it had STILL been that long since SOMETHING nasty directly hit the Hawaiian Islands). After YEARS of working disasters, they are now starting to FOLLOW me, I guess.
My CAVE is a virtual palace of preparedness. The Pony Corral has a preparedness kit. My truck has food for two people for nine days and at least enough water for three days (I often carry extra water when traveling.
In Hawaii, we only had what we had brought with us. And what we could find.