green rumples from kilohana vista

A couple years ago I was hiking on the high west side of Kauai, through boggy miniature forests and muddy groves of clingy ferns. I was blessed with a clear and sunny day in one of the wettest places on earth. I reached the end of the trail I was on, arriving at a broken wooden platform perched airily on the Wainiha Pali (the word pali means ‘cliff’). Nearly 4,000 feet above sea level, I looked down and saw this: An incredibly lush, rumpled mountainside looming over Wainiha Valley. The north shore and little town of Hanalei were downvalley, the sight was like something out of a storybook. Aside from the usual minor adjustments on the original file (I shoot RAW with my camera) the green is not enhanced. I think seeing the mountainside in isolation like this makes it seem even more freakishly unnatural! In 2004, the ground I was standing on to take this picture got 288 inches of rain.

I picked Adam up early from Montessori school this afternoon, one of his teacher’s called to tell me he had diarrhea and a  temperature one degree above normal. Nevertheless, he was extremely unhappy to see me without his bike in tow (this morning I promised him we’d walk home from school). Try as I might, I couldn’t get him to see the pratfalls of riding your bike when you have a bad case of the runs. He insisted he could pedal fast if an emergency arose, haha! I have no compunction about letting him pee in someone’s bushes if there’s no alternative, but diarrhea is a traumatic Defcon 5 which would result in bad memories for all not to mention the obvious sanitary hazard to the public.

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