Monday, October 14. Volcano Village and Kona International Airport, HI
On air travel days, I pull no card, but instead imagine the Eight of Wands.
We got up around 4 A.M. and put the finishing touches on our packing. Orion amazed me with how high in the sky it was, and Aldebaran was in the zenith. Then were on the road from Volcano, via Hilo, to gas up at Costco, return our rental car, and then shuttle to the Kona airport. We didn’t see any goats until we got near Kona.
The airport once again impressed us with how open air it is. I suspect that during a monsoon it might not be quite as fun. I’m pretty sure that somewhere around here, as we were playing with language, Mark came up with the phrase, “Hakuna Mahalo.”
Singing "Hakuna Mahalo" to myself helped me to deal with the upset infants on the plan ride home.
I am fairly certain we'll be back to Hawaii sometime in the next few years. I did briefly entertain the fantasy of moving to Hawaii; between the snorkeling and the astronomy I could spend a lot of enjoyable time. But then I think I'd want to do things like make a version of Stonehenge (which seems colonial), and then I'd start missing the trees and birds of the Pacific Northwest. So I guess I'll just visit.
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