Wednesday, 27 July 2016

#HalawaValley #Molokai Fierce Beauty and Scary Roads!

This morning we woke at 5 am and watched the sunrise as best we could from our cottage along the 18th mile marker on Highway 450.  There is just a bit of volcanic land that juts out-but from behind you can see the magnificent rays of dawn.  We thought it unusual that the sunrise looks more like sunset-but still beautiful.  I have been struggling with swollen glands and seem to be at the apex of whatever has caused it.  I know that Methotrexate can cause you to be more susceptible to illness and since we have crossed a few time zones on four different air carriers, I am not surprised.  Today we decided an early morning drive to the Halawa valley would be a perfect start for the day and then we will just settle at the cottage for the remainder-hang loose, take it easy.
The drive was as described in a brochure, 'worth the adventure!'  But, they forgot to mention that if you have a deep set fear of heights and driving along cliffs that dramatically drop down to the rugged shoreline, you might want to reconsider.   Early along the route from mile 20, the road essentially becomes one lane with many areas to pull over so that oncoming cars can pass.  My husband, for my sanity drove slowly; but, despite this I begged us to pull over so I could ground myself.  The view was breath taking and you can see in the photo the Halawa Valley and one of the two majestic Mo'oula falls in the distance.  It is possible to hike to the waterfall with a tour run by private residents of the valley.  We made a grave error this trip and forgot to pack hiking gear-so please, if you plan a visit to Moloka'i be sure to bring along closed toed hiking footwear-you will need them for several activities on offer.  Once we made it down the winding road at 10 mph, I was in awe of the beauty.  One thing about this island is the fact that it is so peaceful and remarkably empty.  We only passed a handful of cars in either direction and whilst there were some people in the valley-again, a small number-perhaps four other families.  The water was warm and inviting, but since the tropical storm was only a few days ago, the water remains rugged and not clear-so, we chose not to go in fully and just paddle in the water-delightful. 

The church was just set away from the beach area and all kinds of fruit trees covered the lush landscape.    We could have easily spent the day there had we taken a cool box with drinks and lunch.  The breeze made the heat very bearable and a few surfers meant some cool entertainment.    One young lady came out with her dog-he wanted to join her in the water, but she told him to stay.  Once she was well into the waves, he just howled and howled the most lonely song-then finally gave up and sat wagging his tail and watching her.  We made our way back and I was still terrified, but we were in the inside of the mountain, so slightly less harrowing.  I don't think I am worried about the falling-it is more the landing!  Tomorrow will be our last full day on the island and we will go early to the coffee house, then hit the macadamia nut farm, the sugar mill museum and finally eat out at the smoke house-so will see you all tomorrow-I can't even remember what post this is?  The time zone has been messed up-I think it is day 22?

Mahalo and Aloha!

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