Wind.
We woke up before the sun but waited until twilight to get out of bed. Donning our clothes from the day before, we started checking the airline site again for any word about our luggage. The locator now said the luggage was in Denver (small comfort). We wouldn’t get an update until it actually left there.
As the sun rose, we got our first look of our corner of the island.
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We took a walk around the neighborhood. The roaring wind let us do our best impression of being a mime.
For context, this is what the wind looks like:
We needed to head back into Kona anyway so we could get some stuff from Costco and the local Safeway, so we took it on faith that our bags were on the next flight from Denver, and would be arriving around 4pm — just 24 hours after we were supposed to be there the day before.
Luggage!
Tomorrow, the real fun begins…
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