Microblog

Dwight, fresh from mainland, on our lanai, 1,100 ft up on Moana Loa, south of Kona Kailua, Hawaii Big Island.

I like to walk through supermarkets in faraway places.

I write about walking in sepia-toned photographs, and discover why it has to be that way.

Community meeting. Learned a little history, and about plans for a historical district. Cakes and cookies were served.

Walked through an old-growth forest high above Honoka’a. (Kalopa State Park and adjoining forest reserve.)

Walked along the black sand beach, below, then zig-zagged on the Muliwai Trail to the top of the pali.

Walked abandoned and overgrown roads, roads with barriers and barbed wire. I obeyed kapu signs.

Drippy day today. Glad I walked down into Waipio Valley yesterday.

Wrote about Honoka’a (where I’m staying), nearby Waipio Valley, and Old Hawaii.

Hi C, D. A post card from Honoka’a, HI. Honoka’a is on this map. Is your home on the map?

Aloha HNL. A hui hou HNL. Onwards to Hawaii Big Island, land of volcanoes, good hikes, and vestiges of old Hawaii.

Au revoir, MSP.

Today, walked along Kennilworth Trail, Minneapolis. Next time, the ice will be gone, and I’ll be on my bicycle

Today I packed my hiking boots… literally. This is over a third of the weight I’ll carry for the next few weeks.

Wrote about Castles in the Air, and other Brochure-Speak.

Woke in the night and had to stand on the fresh snow in my bare feet and take pictures.