For today's flashback post, we actually LEAVE the condo! Ha!
We got up that morning, the sea turtles were out and it was a nice day. Of course we missed the sunrise at the volcano again--but no big deal. Since we never made it to the sunrise (and never would), Erich and I decided to visit the top of the volcano anyway. We drove and drove and drove and drove, up and up and up. It took a long time before we finally reached the park entrance---and then had to drive some more.
Once at the top, there were two visitor areas, one at the tallest point and another at the rim of the crater. We went to the one at the peak first. It was 10,023 feet high, which is over two miles up and way above the clouds. It was so strange to have been in a warm, tropical paradise at the base and then find yourself shivering in the cooler air at the top.
The air was also thinner up, making it difficult to breathe. But you could see seemingly forever!
The volcano's crater area was completely surrounded by clouds, giving it an eerie other worldly feel to it. You could totally see how sunrises here would be spectacular.
The nene is the (not national, not state, but...) island's signature bird. Also rare and endangered and only found here on the volcano.
There was a huge telescope for interstellar research on the top of the volcano. It was closed to the public, but I could imagine that since it was so high up--above the clouds--that they must get great visibility there.
At the lower visitor center, we got a really good look at the middle of the volcano. Zowie!
Looking back you can see just how big the telescope installation is. The little visitor shelter at the top of the hill we were at is also visible, but hard to see. Follow the path up the hill on the left. If you look up from where it curves and disappears around the hill, you can just see it dotting the hill it is sitting on. The crater though was huge. You could see the remains of smaller volcanic cones within it. Jeepers, I couldn't imagine that thing bubbling and spewing lava all over. Yikes!
On the way back from our journey to Haleakala, we decided to see if we could find this fancy restaurant we'd heard about that was situated out in the middle of nowhere. Erich really wanted to eat there and I really wanted him to get the chance. It's called the Hali'imaile General Store (I think the building once was a general store, perhaps?). We swung by and found it. It was just a mile or so off of the road to Haleakala. We'd have no trouble finding it later if we got to go there.
When we got back, Ted had rented himself a motorcycle. It was his ambition to motor around the north end of the island. Part of the road on the north end of the island (as well as a big chunk of the road on the south end of the island) is really narrow and treacherous. In fact, car rental agencies forbid renters from driving those sections of road. But Ted wanted to conquer the north section at least on the bike. Ricki didn't want to go with him, but we did all take a drive up to Lahaina together.
Lahaina is kind of a neat town. It was cute and right on the water. The drawback the day we went was that a big cruise ship had just come in and there were a zillion tourists everywhere that had come ashore. Ha! I liked Lahaina, but I think I liked Kihei much better. Kihei was more laid back. The shops in Lahaina seemed to be all about getting the big tourist dollar, whereas Kihei seemed friendlier to tourists with a lower economic status (which was where I was--believe me!).
We met up at a big park in town with a huge banyan tree, which apparently is the 2nd largest in the world. I was unfamiliar with banyan trees and found it utterly fascinating. The park appears to be filled with trees, but this is not so. All of those "trees" are a single tree. The banyan sends out its branches and those branches occasionally send out branches into the ground to support the branches. Those supports grow to be like trees themselves. Fascinating!
Fortunately, I didn't get to drool long (and possibly soil a poster in the process), because we were dragged next door to another shop in the same building. It was Fleetwood's on Front Street, a bar/restaurant with a gift shop and gallery owned by Mick Fleetwood of Fleetwood Mac fame. Ted wanted to buy a souvenir shirt and we planned on eating in the restaurant upstairs. The restaurant (which looked very nice) was not open for lunch though. We ended up eating elsewhere in town.
I'm not sure what we did for dinner or what the rest of the evening held in store. I was, no doubt, writing postcards while everyone else watched TV. It had been a pretty good day, the next day was going to be a real challenge!
Stay tuned for Part 5.
CHEERS!
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