Traveling Highway 930 to the western tip of Oahu, you often see sky divers above. They are all based at nearby Dillingham Airfield, an old World War II runway that has since been turned over to civilian use. In this photo you can see four feet indicating that there are two people hooked together on this jump: most likely a seasoned parachutist and a panicked first timer. (Photos by Tom Sadowski)
Traveling Highway 930 to the western tip of Oahu, you often see sky divers above. They are all based at nearby Dillingham Airfield, an old World War II runway that has since been turned over to civilian use. In this photo you can see four feet indicating that there are two people hooked together on this jump: most likely a seasoned parachutist and a panicked first timer. (Photos by Tom Sadowski)
Today was a day that I attempted to hone my skills at doing nothing. After all, this is a vacation: an extended period of activity done for enjoyment or pleasure. It is not easy for some people like myself to do nothing but I was going to give it a try. The definition of vacation does not actually include doing nothing — unless you do nothing for enjoyment.

Okay, the rest of the crew went into town to tour the retail shops in Haleiwa. I decided that before I actually sit down to do nothing I would take a short bike ride up the Farrington Highway toward the western tip of the island. How could that interfere with my idea to do nothing?

After starting the ride, it seemed easy on the flat road and I seemed to have extra power. Feeling good, I decided to push on. The island of O'ahu is ringed by coastal roads. There is just one 5 mile gap where they do not connect and that is on the very western edge of the island at a place called Ka`ena Point. I decide to bike to the end of the road and turn around there at the trail head.

As I bike, I pass surfers and surf fishermen. There are kite surfers, campers and hikers. When passing by Dillingham Airfield, there are sky divers and sail plane (glider) pilots. Everyone is having a good time. Well, I am assuming they are having a good time because the weather is perfect and they are all out recreating but people have a unique ability to have a terrible time anywhere they go and at anything they do. For the sake of simplicity, I just assume they are all having a good time.

I take in the sights at the end of the road, make a few photographs and turn around for the bike home. This is when I discover what has so far been my source of my power and good time: all these miles I've been biking with the trade winds at my back. Turning around I face what must be a 20 mile per hour, very steady wind which is the equivalent of peddling the bike uphill. Anywhere the road is not sheltered from the beach, it is a battle to keep the bike moving.

It took triple the effort and time to get back to the cottage as it did to get to the end of the road. I am sweaty, exhausted and at my wits end. This is not doing nothing. This was not even a good time actually doing something.

Everyone else returns from town and are all bubbling over with shopping stories. I shower and take a nap finally experiencing the essence of doing nothing.