A January Week Above Maui
Middle of a January week on Maui, and today was the flight. Up out of Kahului with the harbor and the breakwater falling away, then straight at the West Maui mountains, which from the ground look like one green wall and from a few hundred feet up turn out to be all ridges — knife-edge spines with valleys dropping off both sides, trees hanging on where there's barely anything to hang on to.
Then across to Haleakala. The crater goes on far longer than I expected, cinder cones in rust and gray scattered down its whole length, clouds stacked up against the rim on the windward side. Coming down the Hana side we dropped past a gorge with waterfalls strung one below the other, four or five of them in a single crease of the mountain, no road anywhere near.
Back on the ground with the afternoon left over, we ended it on the south shore. Sun went down over Kaho'olawe with the little crescent of Molokini sitting out in the channel, and a couple was getting married on the rocks just down the beach.