In August 1988 I was nearing the end of what would be a 17 month journey. At this point I had spent a couple of weeks in the United States en route to New Zealand. In New Zealand a two week stay morphed into three months. From New Zealand I traveled to Australia where I spent a year. Now I was on the home straight back to England.
Around lunchtime today I felt that I needed to clear my head, take a short break. So instead of laying down or just sitting quietly, I took a drive to the cliffs for a walk, and to look out at and take in the ocean - in short to let nature in, in order to shake the cobwebs out of me. While I was there, I also took the opportunity to see if any changes had been made to the Bunker…that was actually another reason why I headed over there.
Iβm pleased that I decided to do that. I wasnβt out for long, but I returned feeling refreshed and jumped straight back into things.
π€ I feel as though I have missed a day somewhere. I could have sworn that today was Tuesday, but Wednesday it is. I guess that the week is moving faster than I thought?!
After spending the morning running through websites trying to understand and make sure that I was clear about a legal process, I was very grateful to stumble across someone who has been down the road that I was attempting to figure out, and had laid it all out step by step. Thank you to him. ππ»
Some artists, or an artist was busy last night. This new mural was on the Bunker as I drove by today. Iβve included a few photographs to show what was created.
After a thunderstorm to end all thunderstorms last night, the rumbles shaking the house and the lightening illuminating the landscape, we woke up to snow on the summit of Haleakala (please excuse my iPhone Mini 13 struggling with the distance of the shot).
It is sounding right now as though the south side of the island might have got it worse than the north. Huge power outages and trees down.
A couple of nights ago we had not long turned out the lights and were dozing off when both my wife and I heard a thump sound outside. We had no idea what it was or where exactly it came from. My first thought was someone snooping around the house, something that thankfully has never happened and so my mind let go of the idea straight away, …but that reason also did not allow me dismiss that there might be someone outside!
I went to visit The Bunker this morning to see if there was any new art. Sadly not. Instead though, the view towards the West Maui Mountains took my breath away. The air was so clear and with that the Mountains were in sharp relief, etched against the deep blue colour of the sky.
In addition to the clear air, another swell has arrived on the North Shore. Not as large as the waves from a couple of weeks ago, but impressive nonetheless.
I thought that the Trade Winds had returned, but with aircraft still landing over the ocean, it means that we are still experiencing Kona winds, southwest winds.
The usual landing pattern in Trade Winds is to approach over the island, north to south. This video taken a couple of days ago shows a Hawaiian Airlines flight coming in over the ocean, north to south, due to the Kona winds.
The windless days and nights that cast a spell over the island have now left us and the Trade winds have returned, keeping our days cooler…thankfully. However, we took advantage of the lack of wind and sat around our fire pit a couple of nights ago.
For the Pacific Wave Appreciation Society, while this video doesnβt show it clearly, the ocean was a dark blue today and glassy calm. And the these big waves broke out of that stillness. Beautiful.
I can remember being there when this photograph was taken, though I donβt know exactly where there was or who took the photo? I wasnβt even aware of it being taken. I was given a copy much later by a friend who I was traveling with and who took the picture.
There is an entrance around the back of the Bunker that lets one peer inside. It is possible to go inside, but that involves climbing over a railing, and for now I decided to make do with looking in.
A VOGgy (Volcanic fog) sunset. The magic in the air from earlier this morning has stayed with us. Having said that, being upcountry I would imagine it being a lot thicker and more uncomfortable to be in.
π§ββοΈ Thereβs a magic in the air this morning. There is not a breath of wind. The air is cool, with the rising sun making little difference as it sits behind whispy, mist like clouds. All is still. A distant hum of a lawn mower accompanies the bird song. Nothing else. Just the magic.