Skipping like a stone across pot holes at twenty miles per hour, we take our seat belts off in celebration of the last five mile leg of our journey. The Tacoma's shocks hardly have time to recover as we chatter across the blood red dirt. Staring at the passenger mirror, I watch as the red dust kicks up and churns behind us giving the sunset a hazy veneer. Focused on our destination in the distance, the raw lava cliffs soar up out of the ocean like old skyscrapers of the past. Cast among the red cliffs, handfuls of green vegetation delineate areas holding water in the arid environment. To the left of us, long sand dunes roll to the ocean's edge signifying the last piece of land between us and Russia. To the right, GMO corn fields stand like minutemen in the soft glow of the evening sun.
"We made pretty good time! A little over three hours." Robo announced from the drivers seat. Looking at a map, our destination Polihale is only a few kilometers away from the North shore. However, separating Polihale and the North Shore is the Na Pali Coast; some of the most extreme coast line in the world. So close, yet so far, the only way to access Polihale from the North shore is by boat or a long drive around the perimeter of the island. It's like driving to a neighbors house down the block, but road construction forces you to take a detour around the city first.
With a sigh of relief and jittery like children during their first road trip, we pull up to our campsite. Stepping out of the truck, we put the first tracks in a long line of sand dunes towards the Pacific. Laying down in the sand, we watch the sun's everlasting light disappear for another day.
A drastic change from the last Polihale trip
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