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I
used to know where to start. Now I don't. It
was another powerful day on Maui.
The 2-hour drive to
the "civilized" side of the island is
breathtaking every time. Sad was the task.
Sarah go away. She'll be back
and I'll go to her
before then anyway. We caught a bite at
Down to Earth, then she went to Savers
while I printed 21 4-up pages of DIY
postcards for Paul
Nelson's project. She found a book of Bunuel
film scripts for
$1.99. Surreal! We took a dip at
Kanaha, aka kite
beach. It was nice but watch out for kiawe
thorns! Sad there is so much
litter but the showers are great
(if a bit leaky). After I
dropped her at DEPARTURES
I vacillated but finally opted
for comfort
food. While stuffing my
face with fat, sugar, and
caffeine she texted to say her
bottle of rum was TSA denied
but I could come get it so I wrote back, "oh
shit! where do i go? can
be there in 8 minutes..."
And I was. Happy to have
another chance to see her,
blew a kiss. Then I went
shopping in search of
guns, discs, machetes, rat
traps, fuel additives, and
watertight
filing boxes. Partial
success. Shopping is
satisfying, scratches
paleolithic
hunter-gatherer itch.
So be
it. Took my time on
the sweet ride back,
pulled over
repeatedly to gawk
at clouds,
sun, sky,
ocean, volcanic
cones, mountain
slope, twisting
road, nursing
mammals. The
greatest
revelation came at
Manawainui,
a truly pivotal
piece of the
puzzle, a sacred
spot on the
island. Many
forces converge here.
Under the bridge
a
mongoose
gnawed on goat
skull and
there was some graffiti
typical of the
fringe you find
the further
out you go.
Up
top, skidmarks
from giant
tires of
lifted trucks.
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