We found a spot right off of the highway, where the sand meets the pavement, and we parked it. There was a little teeny tiny bay made by a line of large rocks, with a tiny slice of beach. This is where we sat, watching the kids splash and dig in the black sand.
My son found half a coconut, realized it floated and quickly turned it into a sail boat. He’d throw it into the water and with each wave he’d see if it would get flipped over or “survive” the pounding. Most of the time it got flipped over which was met with a “Oh man, did you see that?!” from my son.
It was fun to watch.
As I was helping my little girl find a cozy spot in the bed of our truck so that she could lay down while watching the waves, I heard a shout…
“Mom! We found a message in a bottle!”
And there was my son, holding a plastic bottle with a tightly rolled up message inside. We all gasped, smiled and ooh’d and ahh’d over the site. There it was, a real message in a bottle!
We opened it up, slowly rolled it out and my husband read the note aloud.
It was from a girl named Rebecca, we’re not sure of her age, but her penmanship was excellent and she was from Germany visiting Hawaii on holiday. She asked us to send her a postcard of where the bottle was found and then to send the message back on its way for another person to find (and be delighted).
I had never found a message in a bottle before. It felt lucky, special, unique and mystical! To find a message in a bottle, one that had floated in the ocean, with infinite possibilities of where it would go, and for us to find it on that beach, on that late afternoon…it was nothing short of magical.