“Does the wind ever stop blowing on these mountains?” a fair question asked by our very fair editor. That got us thinking, the second time in a week. As we sat on the summit, we did what we do best. Nothing. Actually, it only looks that way. We often are pondering and thinking and sometimes we think and ponder, depending upon our mood. On the summit of West Maui Mountains, which we find particularly attractive, the authorities have a wind farm—it looks like little Holland up here with all the windmills. And that, we explained to our editor, is the reason for all the wind. Now back to matters requiring deep contemplation…
After being a little stiff and tired from too much holidaying in San Diego, we found our strides and climbed boulders as we headed for the summit. It was a wonderful hike, some 1600 feet in a relatively short distance. With the wind pushing us back and sometimes sideways at the cliff edges, we were thrilled to be on the West Maui Mountain again. It was pretty steep which of course means the return downhill has an equal gradient. Why do we mention this? The problem is that the ups and downs don’t balance themselves. Whereas the incline is about strength, the down can be treacherous and requires more skill and thought. We’re sure you’re all thrilled and better informed, after this fascinating tidbit.....you’re most welcome.
We were looking forward to meeting the locals while visiting Hawaii. The first person we spent time with in meaningful conversation wore a colorful shirt and had an interesting accent for Maui. Cedric, a fine gentleman employed by Enterprise, hails from Arkansas. We remember another couple from that state but truthfully, we prefer to forget them. However, he told us he really wants to perform missionary work in New Zealand. We like to ask questions but were hesitant to probe reconciling his current position with his divine mission. We both hope that New Zealand, suffering much natural instability, will be around for a while so we both may realize our aspirations in that wonderful country.
Cheers and shavua tov,
Jenni and her Windbag
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