Tidbits from 1980. Nanawali Lava Trees State Park



The Nanawali forest is dark in the middle day and at dusk the shadows are difficult to distinguish from the lava formations and other objects. Buckets of sweat dripping from my brow and body, I dare not budge from my “puka” concealed by ubiquitous Uluhe fern. Wide eyed and afraid to draw a breath, I watch the dope deal go down between several fellas. As the haole guy closes the drunk of the chevy and a satchel quickly exchanges hands, the participants climb into a Scrambler Jeep and fire up the vehicle. Relaxing just a hair,to I ease back on my cramping haunches to feel the unmistakable cold steel of what can only be a shotgun. “Easy fo to loose one da kine life, boo.” I hear the Kanaka whisper behind me.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: