When Edison was here, he saw the “Legend of the Green Flash” four times on one sunset while we all watched. We have not yet seen it, but last night there was a stag on the setting sun. We both saw this perfect Petronus stag cloud just poised on the orange sun.
During the sugar production days, long ditches for irrigation were dug from the mountains down to the sugar cane fields. We went high into the mountains with my cousins and saw a section of the Olokele Ditch that my grandmother once rode down part way in a little rowboat. Today we floated the Hanamaulu Ditch in big inner tubes. We passed through five tunnels dug through hills, turning on our miners’ headlamps in the dark. It was loads of fun, careening off the walls, rushing down ripples, lazily floating past forests. Inside the tunnels, glowing algae grew on the roof. For the last tunnel, we all turned off our lights. Soon we saw the light at the end.
These ditches were all aimed at bringing water down from the super-saturated Mt. Wai’ale’ale, one of the rainiest spots in the world. Today was a rare day, because we could see the mountain. Usually it is shrouded in clouds.
Pictured is Mt. Wai’ale’ale and a part of the Olokele Ditch.
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