We spent three nights in an apartment above a garage, about seventeen miles from Kaunakakai. Quiet morning looking towards Maui.
I have no idea what kind of tree this is, but standing on the ground and looking up afforded an unexpected pleasure.
On Molokai exotic coffee flourishes. Surrounding the coffee plantations are rows of Norfolk Pines.
Skittish enough that I could never get close enough to capture these beautiful birds, flocks of egrets hung around our apartment at all hours of the day.
Jadyne and I drove the forty mile length of Molokai and came across this magnificent three mile long beach, which we had all to ourselves.
Father' Damien's leper colony. Jadyne and I hiked down Hawaii's steepest pali 1666' to reach the shield volcano where during a four hour tour we met one of the few surviving lepers who call this home.
If all of Molokai's coast cannot be hiked it can still be appreciated,
From the beach in front of our apartment.
Jadyne and I met in the Peace Corps training group, {Tonga V), and we trained for three months in Hoolehua, Molokai in 1969. This is the last remaining building from the Peace Corps training camp. We're not sure if we can remember it. We're not sure if we can remember anything.
Don't ask me about this one, just don't ask.
I stopped the car just to meet him. Every picture (on him) tells a story.
They eat what they grow and what they catch. Before I left I got a hug from Keolo, the one on the left. Sometimes things aren't what they seem.
After meeting Keolo and his tattooed friends, we stopped by the house where he grew up. His father, Eddie Tanaka, came out to chat with us. He's a musician who recently traveled to the Bay Area to perform.
She made an incredible hamburger.
Mr. Purdy gave us a hands-on tour of the four hundred and some odd trees on his macadamia nut farm. No processing, just picking, shelling, drying, and roasting.
Our best connection to the Bay Area meant spending two and one-half hours in the airport in Kahului, Maui. Stuff happens everywhere.
