OK. I'm ready to go back. Hawaii is just.....so....perfect. The best part, though, is that we made it our own. We explored off the beaten path, breaking just about every rental car rule there is, going far from the well-traveled track. We rambled and rambled about. It's illegal run around nude in Hawaii. But just like anywhere, people tend to congregate in herds, leaving lots of territory for the rest of us. There are a couple of unofficial nude beaches on the Big Island, but violators can be ticketed if the area is being patrolled. We found ways around this silly little rule. Seriously -- the air is like butter! The water is gloriously perfect. Clothes in paradise? Nooooooooo! Make it stop! What is wrong with this crazy planet? Needless to say, it was a perfect vacation, a perfect escape, and completely brilliant and fucktastic in every way. So now it's back to reality and I'm dropping coins into the getaway jar and hoping to bust loose back to paradise sometime soon.