After a brief overnight stopover in unseasonably balmy San Francisco, Andy and I arrived in Kauai for our belated honeymoon. We spent the first two nights at a lovely Airbnb in Kapaa hosted by a couple of yoga teachers and healing practitioners (one of whom lived in the same Upper West Side apartment as me in 1993).
That gave us a perch from which to explore the north shore. We sought out Secret Beach, the secluded stretch of sand and rocks favored by clothing optional beach fans, which was so secret and secluded that we had it all to ourselves.
We stopped for a macaroon and tea at the Kilauea Bakery and then drove all the way to the end of the road, past the lush fields and gorgeous beaches made famous in the movies (South Pacific, Jurassic Park, King Kong). Then we doubled back to the schmancy St. Regis Hotel in Princeville for the obligatory sunset photos over cocktails on the balcony.
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