I don't recall if it was the black, red, or yellow sand beach, all of which were beautiful, and you can't tell from the picture. I don't remember that the black sand beach was this large, and what they called red wasn't all that red.
Well, whatever. It's a beach.
The fellow in the Speedo down in the left corner was the only guy in the water, and there was only one other person on the shore at the time, the wader's wife, who took the picture.
The trip was in celebration of their 25th wedding anniversary.
On a day that started out here with an hour's worth of snow, which was washed away with a cold rain, and typical winter temperatures of about forty degrees, that beach at a balmy eighty degrees in Hana is a magic memory ...