After class today we ate a quick lunch and headed to the north side of the island. Road construction seems to be everywhere but there were no workers out—I suppose they do not work on the weekends here. The drive north was as spectacular as the drive westward. Large expanses of sandy beaches with large waves rolling in are interspersed with rocky cliffs with the surf splashing upwards of 40 feet in the air.
Coconut trees lined the beach in one area and I spied a huge pile of coconuts in someone’s backyard. Glen wanted to find a cold coconut so he could drink the juice/milk from it–but alas we did not find any. Lots of aloha wear stores, soap and candle makers, huli-huli chicken and Hawaiaan barbeque vendors, coffee shops, shell hangings, and dirt t-shirts.(who knew that dirt-stained clothing would be a fad?)
The lighthouse near Princeville is now part of the National Parks System. We breezed through with Glen’s retired person’s lifetime National park pass that we bought one year in Big Bend. We both feel almost guilty about it as the cost was minimal and we have enjoyed that pass many times over. But now for the lighthouse.
The lighthouse was commissioned in 1916 with a luau for the city celebrating its opening. It was turned ‘off’ during World War Two and was the site of a secret microwave transmission; in 1976 it was de-commissioned with the replacement of an electric beacon. The old lighthouse features a clamshell lens which is huge and required cleaning of the glass around it.
A small hunk of rock in the ocean near the base is a rookery for assorted seabirds including frigates, red-footed boobies, and several other birds.
Home to a dinner of the remains of mussel poke, a kumquat and half a boiled egg and then to lectures.