Today found us in the northern hills of Okinawa, searching for cinnamon trees.
A kind gentleman, named Mr. Miyagi, showed us where to find them.
We hiked up a stream-bed with him leading the way.
He is easily, 6 years, my senior but, trekked up the hills twice as fast as me.
Now, I was wearing the usual, yellow flip-flops, which weren't built for this hike.
Mr. Miyagi disappeared around the bend.
When I arrived at a fork in the stream, I had no idea which way to go.
As I climbed out of the stream, my left flip-flop got whisked away in the water.
Groan. I was about a mile up the rocky creek.
Hopping back downstream, didn't sound like a good idea.
Luckily, the flip-flop got wedged in some rocks and, I was able to catch it with my tripod legs.
Mr. Miyagi, came back and showed me which way to continue the hike.
Showing him some of the damselflies, I shot, was a good idea.
He probably, figured, that's what was taking me so long.
He asked if I'd give him a photo.
As many photos of these damselflies, as he likes, I'll give him.
He, pulled cinnamon trees out by the roots and, gave them to Doc and I to take home.
The wives will be thrilled.
More about cinnamon trees will be published at a later date.
Mr. Miyagi is one of those people you don't get to meet everyday.
If you ever run across a Mr. Miyagi who pulls on rubber boots to walk in the woods, beware.
There just might be a three mile hike upstream coming your way.
Ya gotta love it !
