Lunch in Waimea on a Sunday drive during my 2 week stay. Just about to leave when someone walks up to me and asks my name. I recognize my now 10 year older friend immediately, though I'd seen him earlier. A river buddy from Washington State that I've spent months with in Grand Canyon, now living here. What are the odds?

A visit to his house, whiskey and beers followed. Promises to stay in touch after an hour visit, and the world is smaller and better than it was just before lunch.