Lehua Cowbunny (an adorable black and white tiny bunny with red felt cowboy hat) Lamington saw only part of the notice. Races. SYC. Monday night last. She did not know a last blast of winds was planned for all to sail before Hollywood waters would be somehow changed. Unknowingly, she thought, Ahhh. Let us go there, if not to race, at least go for a nice relaxed sail. So she rezzed up her Wee Tiny Tako. Proud of her newly textured mainsail, resplendent with red hibiscus blossoms on a golden backgroud, she was ready to go. Planning not to sail officially, she did not know she could, she said *raise* and barely maneuvered past the buoy to the right of the start line.
That is when it hit. An 80k blast outta nowhere. In the wink of an eye she was whirled up and around, above and below .. She heard a voice nearby. "Lehuuuuuuuua," it called out. Lehua Cowbunny looked down to see but a blur of Myrrh, and called back, Myrrrrrrrrrrrrrh!
The blasts of the hurricane force winds sent Wee Tiny Tako and Lehua Cowbunny to heights and depths never seen before. Then another voice whizzed past her. Faykin shouting, "Lehuuuuuua! LOLOL!!" That was a bit unsettling. Lehua hoped her return aloooooooha! was heard, but she doubted if it was.
Undeterred in her mission to circle Hollywood at least, as one used to do in starting a race at SYC, Lehua Cowbunny kept going. Well, it seemed like she kept going. Somehow, though, her sturdy little craft kept ending up facing the start line from the wrong direction. Hollywood kept showing up on her right. Supposed to be on the left! No respect those winds. No respect. She then thought. Let's take another tack. (Pun intended.) She headed for what she thought might be the first red marker. Several whirls and twirls later she was on the other side of Catalina. It was beginning to look a tad impossible to get anywhere.
A cacophony of winds and a chaos of boats, far sturdier craft than hers, were up and down. Over and under. Flipped and dipped. It was a terrifying sight to be seen.
Terrible Typhoons, Lehua Cowbunny thought. These are simply Terrible Typhoons. She kept on. Hoping that this or that would set things straight. One of the this-es got her back to the start line, from the wrong side of course. Other Takos had moored. The conversation was raucous, filled with exclamation points !!!, filled with LOL's, filled with OMGGGGGGG's. Indeed, the Terrible Typhoons had affected any and all of those who dared to be out there.
Another race was to begin. Wee Tiny Tako and Lehua Cowbunny sailed forth again. Well, a thought of sail forth was uppermost. Sailing unforth of course, the two were once again doing backward somersaults. Above sea level. Below sea level. Only this time they were having the time of their lives. Wheeee! Yipee! Yee haw! Play it again, Sam! Hana hou!
Yes!!! Valiant and stalwart, the two continued onward. They held fast to the new goal of surviving the Terrible Typhoons. Wee Tiny Tako did not fall apart. Not a nail had even come loose. Lehua Cowbunny's red felt cowboy hat stayed miraculously put on her head. Both had lived to tell this tale of The Terrible Typhoons of SYC. Wow! Wow! What a bunny! What a boat!
Me ke aloha pumehana,
Lehua
