They lost my guitar!

We made it to San Fran after a very long flight across the country. We had a hotel room reserved near the airport before our morning flight to Honolulu, and that was a good idea. I think going all the way form Vermont to Hawaii in one strectch without a night in a hotel would have been a disaster. After a jet-lagged sleep, our flight from SFO to HI was uneventful, except for the approach to Hawaii. I must say from above looking down at the beaches, I saw a color of blue that I have never seen before. Almost immediately I started to write a song about a "new color of blue." The camera doesn't capture it at all; hopefully the song will do better justice. But here are a few photos from the approach to Honolulu from above:







this must be Pearl Harbor:



After a nice 5 hour flight, however, I got off the plane expecting to find my guitar at the gate in Honolulu, along with all the strollers and carseats that people can't bring on board with them. And it wasn't there. Yikes. Now I'm not one to be attached to my possessions, but I do love my guitar and I need to have it on this trip. So needless to say my normally calm attitude was being tested. They said it must have been sent to baggage claim... Why would they send it to baggage claim when I have a connecting flight? I don't know. And the big problem was that our connection to Maui was in 15 minutes. So we had to abandon the guitar, reluctantly. When we got to Maui I immediately went to the lost baggage desk and filed a claim. Luckily I hadn't lost the stub. And by the time we got our bags and our rental car, they had found the guitar and we only had to wait an extra 15 minutes really for it to arrive. Tragedy narrowly averted!