It’s been raining off-and-on in Waimea for the past few days. This morning the breeze-blown chilly fine mist drove me indoors while I tried to do my usual outdoor morning pages.
But the Big Island is a place of contrasts, and only 20 minutes away from here is the second-driest place in the US (after Death Valley). We headed out there yesterday to Mauna Kea Beach, considered one of the most beautiful beaches in the country. It fronts the Mauna Kea Beach Hotel, but there is public access.
I spent my time on the beach writing, but Erik made a drawing:
And here is the closest thing I can give you to the beach itself: 46 seconds of waves and view.