After our beach day we drove south along the western coast of the big island to see what we could see. We started at the bottom at a site that was a sacred site where Hawaiians who broke one of the many strict cultural taboos could seek refuge in order to avoid dire consequences. The setting was gorgeous and the history fascinating, particularly seeing the 500 year old drystone wall that enclosed the space.
We lingered much longer than I expected we would, working our way out onto the rocks amongst the crashing waves and tide pools. The tide pools were so full of life! AND I SAW A SEA TURTLE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. It was as lovely a creature as I imagined it would be.
After that we worked our way back up along the coast. We stopped at a tiny little historical marker across the bay from a monument to Captain Cook. The trek to the monument would have been too arduous to be appealing at that stage, and the waves were making a terrific clunking noise as they bowled over the sizeable beach rocks. So we sat and talked. And talked and talked and talked. The kind of talk that normally goes into the wee hours. And we only got splashed with surprise giant waves like a couple of times.
From there it was time for a very late lunch lunch with a view before heading back to civilisation.