Our journey would take us to Hanalei, home (at least homophonetically) of Puff the Magic Dragon. Accordingly, we dedicated our visit to the late Mary Travers of Peter, Paul and Mary, who had just ceased her fearless roar two days previously.
The perfect little Wai'oli Hui'ia Church beckoned...
... but we were determined to go to the very end of the road, where Ke'e Beach offered a chance to cool off.
Fortunately, there was no dolphin on the actual menu, but Miles found plenty to like in the chowder.
Leo was a happy camper as well.
For the unitiated, "shave ice" consists of hand-carved ice shards soaked in tropical flavorings and served on a bed of ice cream (preferably macadamia nut). If this seems a bit like a sno-cone or a slurpee, remember that Chateaubriand and a hamburger would sound pretty similar to a space alien.
But, contrary to some speculation, we are not space aliens. We appreciate the superior qualities of shave ice.