I’ve never been a sun-and-sand kind of guy, but I’ve enjoyed my time in Hawaii. Sorry I didn’t post much original content while I was here, but my wife gave me the stink eye any time my computer materialized.
I’ve been told Hawaii’s big island (aka Hawaii, aka Kona, aka The Big Island) is a much different experience than most of the other islands. Less tourist-focused, fewer white beaches and surfers. More primal, with vast swaths of empty black land from lava streams within the past century. Black and green sand beaches, an active volcano that you can visit at sunset to see the magma within illuminating the plume of smoke rising from the caldera, rocky coastline that creates amazing tidal pools at low tide.
And I think we found the lost throne of King Kamehameha III.
It’s the kind of place where you can walk around and look down and — whoa — there’s an endangered sea turtle swimming around at your feet. I never thought I’d like Hawaii, but there you go.
I’m writing this on an open porch looking down at the ocean, maybe half a mile from the shore but close enough that you can hear the susurrations of the tide and feel a gentle breeze. It’s going be hard to go back to frigid Raleigh. But that’s where all my stuff that I use for work is, so I suppose we gotta.