As I said before, I love the windswept openness of the hills everywhere I go. This scene reminds me so much of so many of the places I've loved walking.
Farther up in the hills, at one point I glanced in through the kiawe and saw this old truck.
The truck looks like an abandoned vehicle, but I'm not so sure. In Hawaii, vehicles are kept a looonnnnggg time, even those that look as if they belong at the junkyard. It makes sense, given the high shipping costs for new cars, that people would keep old ones on the road a long time.
As a less extreme example, our friends in Molokai share a 1984 Mercedes. There is duct tape around the moon roof to keep the water out, and the emblem has been replaced by a hand-fashioned set of shells.
On the way back down from the hills to the condo complex, I saw a man trimming a palm tree. Some of the palms look pretty shaggy if the dead fronds aren't trimmed.
And here's the condo we stayed in. We were in the upper unit on the near corner. It was very comfortable and very well-supplied.
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