The Big Island


The island is beautiful, more beautiful then I expected. We found a great place to rent up at about 2000ft elevation, just high enough to stay cool but only a ten minute drive downhill to the beach or to Kona. It's on the leeward side of the island but high enough to be under the clouds on the hot afternoons.  

Our friends graciously went through the hassle of purchasing a vehicle for us before our arrival, an '88 Toyota Land Cruiser that I had spotted on Craigslist and begged them to take a look at. The truck is a beast that seems to love cruising the island. Denver has been scheming all sorts of restoration plans since day one.    

It's starting to make a little sense around here. The roads, the names, the weather patterns, the waves. After struggling on my surfboard for the last few days (I was so frustrated and ready to throw in the towel on the whole endeavor yesterday) something clicked this morning (thankfully) and I had the best three hour surf session I've had for the last two years.  

This time, here in Hawaii surfing as much as possible, is something Denver and I have wanted to do for years. We wanted to leave responsibly though, not just check-out on life. Is leaving responsibly an oxymoron? Is it even possible? If so, we've given it our best shot. It's taken alot of work and brain-drain to transplant ourselves, yet again, but it's also been a dream come true.

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