Hawaii : Akaka Falls
With the ocean to our right and the mountains to our left we headed North towards a clouded peak. The dark clouds hovered over the peak of the mountain as the lower lands were sparsley bathed in sun. Passing fields of wild grasses and sugar cane, the heavy mist hung over the isolated zenith as we drove closer and closer. I was beginning to wonder if our venture would end in disappointment because of rain, but knew that unless it was a torrential downpour, we would try our best to continue on.
We arrived at the Akaka Falls State Park, finding the parking facilities moderate but adequate. We found short entertainment watching a local elder weaving baskets and toys out of coconut palm fronds. One observing tourist questioned in awe if he made a living doing this. His answer was one of contentment that he wished to teach the new generations his craft and that, this was his choice of "life style".
