Saturday, January 31, 2015

January 30 - Worth the wait

      We decided to try again for the drive north.  The previous day had been sunny, but very hazy, and the great views of mountains we had been promised in a guidebook were obscured by thick yellow air and low clouds dwelling on their flanks.  But today the air was as clear as it's been since we got to Hawaii.  So, the flat tire delay was actually a gift from the Hawaiian gods.

Along Kohala Mountain road we stopped at a scenic pulloff to check out the "Best View on the Big Island."  From there, we could see:
Mauna Loa, the active volcano where we saw the lava lake,

Mauna Kea, where we attended the star party, and home of some of the biggest telescopes on the planet,
(blowup view of the observatories)

and even Mount Haleakala on Maui, over forty miles away.

The northern side of the island is the oldest, and the lava fields and cinder cones are covered with lush grass, part of the reason this is cattle country.

The end of the road overlooks Pololu Valley.  The northeast part of the big island gets a lot more rain than the western side, and is lush and jungle covered.  We hiked down the trail and spent several hours hanging out on the black sand beach.  Very relaxing.

 On the way down.
  
Pololu Valley 


Getting psyched up to go swimming.

Waiting for a wave to body surf.

 Watch out Amy!

 Getting ready.

Amy riding the wave.

Diana, too.

Afterwards, an ancient Polynesian rite.

      After swimming, we had a picnic of cheese and crackers, then explored the black sand dunes behind the beach, which hosts a grove of ironwood trees.





 At the high water line on the beach, unusual natural rock formations.


    We hiked back up the trail to our car, then drove towards home. (We weren't staying in this treehouse.)  Along the way we noticed whales spouting.

Looking for humpbacks.

There's one splashing after a breach.

Closeup of a far-off whale.
    
 Finally, sunset as viewed through papaya trees from the lanai of our Airbnb.

January 29 - A drive delayed

     We planned to drive up to the north side of the big island, so after breakfast we headed out from our Airbnb.  Around half an hour later the low tire pressure sensor light went on.  I stopped to take a look, and the tires looked fine.  Maybe just a slow leak.
     I checked again after five miles.  This time I saw a small bulge on the left front tire.  We were 12 miles from Waimea, the cattle town that is home to the giant Parker Ranch.  I hoped to make it there and get to a tire shop to have the tire repaired.  But after another stop five miles later I realized that the tire would have to be changed.



Job done.

      We drove the rest of the way into Waimea and found a tire repair place.  Unfortunately, the split/puncture was too far out towards the edge of the tire to be repaired, so after a discussion with Avis, we decided to drive to the Kona airport to exchange the car.  That meant our trip to the north coast would have to be cancelled.
      We decided to have burgers for lunch.  After all, we were next to the fifth biggest ranch in the US.
Village Burger uses only local, grass-fed beef.  It hit the spot.

     After lunch we drove to the airport and exchanged cars.  The hatchback Ford Focus was a good little car for us.  We got a Nissan Versa in return.  More room in the back seat, less in the "trunk".  But it will do.  Amy flies home on the 31st.

Once she does, there will be fewer photos of both Diana and me.  Her iPhone takes pretty good pictures.
Here's the new car.

January 28 - A relaxing day at Pu'uhonua o Honaunau, or, Indiana Jones and the Bottomless Pit

     The Polynesian people who settled Hawaii had a complex religious program that ended suddenly in 1818 when King Kamehameha decided to join the rest of the western world and become a Christian (more or less. It was actually much more complicated than that, but that's besides the point.) The National Park Service has reconstructed/recreated an ancient Royal Palace and Place of Refuge that is also a center for the rebirth of Hawaiian culture.


 This is a game called Konane that uses lava and coral pieces on a board with little pits.  Amy bought one;  Hawaiian Airlines is gonna flip when they try to load it into the hold of the airplane.  If she manages to get it back to Ohio you'll all get to play on Cinco de Mayo.

 Hand hewn outrigger canoe used to teach youngsters how their forebears got around the island.


After getting our fill of Hawaiian culture, we had PB&J here on the beach, then took a hike.

On the trail of ...

... a deep hole.  

 OK, checked the hole.  Nothing there.  Time to head back.

I'm disappointed that my career as a famous archaeologist ended so abruptly.

 Diana and Amy draw straws to see who gets to dive over the cliff into the seething ocean below.

 Diana lost.  However, as a consolation prize she gets to dip her toes in this tide pool. 

After our adventures, we headed to our next Airbnb.  Stopping first at a Safeway for beer, wine and ingredients to make spaghetti, we stood for a few minutes in the parking lot and admired these sun spots on the Pacific Ocean..

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Mi lava es su lava

     I know you all love the lava shots.  Here's some to keep you happy.
 There mollusks got cooked.

Wood and rock.

 Lava and old lace.



 I'm really lichen this shot (groan).
This rock has crabs.

     OK, how about a few plant photos:






How about a photo of a goat!
He was pretty far away, but we were happy to see him.  Feral, invasive, goat.

     Alright, I'm done.  Time to get to bed.