I'm behind on updating here, aren't I? Sorry. I'll get up to speed once we get off the Big Island.
It took me about a day to get used to the Big Island after a week in Waikiki. Please don't accept that as a criticism of either Waikiki or the Big Island. Waikiki was a beach resort town, but in the size of a city. It was a jaw-dropping outpost of American commercialism (oh, the brands) jutting thousands of miles into the pacific aside a picturesque beach.
Then there's the Big Island, which after two days of driving it now strikes me like a tropical version of the American West. It's not just that the Big Island is different from Oahu, one portion of the Big Island is different from another that might be 100 yards away.
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| At Kahuku Unit of Volcanoes National Park |
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| Sam in that lava flow field. |
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| Sherry and Caroline, approximately 100 yards from the spot where I took Sam's photo above. |
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| Go another 200 yards and one can walk up this beautiful, grassy cone. Please note the new member of the family in Caroline's arms: Ollie. |
Getting to this gorgeous, diverse place involved approximately 40 minutes of driving from our inn in Volcano. Along the drive, we went from more than 4,000 feet in elevation to less than 500 (a brief trip to the black sand beach took us to sea level), went in and out of radio reception, and through two or three towns.
A day of seeing sites by car helped me get acclimated to this strange land, stranger than anything I've ever seen on the mainland, but still American.
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