Sure, sure, the high point between the towering summits of Wanna Lay-ya and Wanna Kill-ya offers open sweeping views that were a start contrast to the dark, wet confines of the lava tubes. However, the bird watchers and nature lovers are not the only people to appreciate this isolated plateau of high ground.
Your friendly US Government appreciates this area for a very different reason, and as such just below the saddle you can witness miles of picturesque barb wire tracking over the landscape. Behind the welcoming fences are large pieces of equipment of various types that do their best not to blend in with the natural landscape they occupy.
Also along this stretch of road we were able to witness a Hummer migration towards the base. This Harem of Hummers roared along the terrain like a pack of wild hogs that were fed a diet of steroids and muscle builder and washed it down with growth-hormone-laced milk. It was a sight to behold.
The sun did come out, both literally and figuratively, however in the town of Waimea. Here not only did we find refuge from the rain, but also refuge from our frustrations in the form of cold, fermented hops at the Waimea Brewing Company. We decorated our Dodge Nitro like a gypsy hovel with all of our wet gear (i.e. all of our gear) and enjoyed a few pints of Hawaiian-brewed goodness as the rarely seen sun did its work.
We ended the day with a hike down to some valley with a couple of tall waterfalls and a beach with some sand that is darker than average. That was fine. The hike back up, however, was not completed before rain once again fell from the sky. By the time we made it back to the top of the ridge, we were once again drenched and our rental car smelled like a homeless shelter. One that allows booze.
Our day had ended and our camping plans were quite literally washed away. Once again, we were Driving from the Rain…
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