Only three more days, and a hundred things I want to do.
Today we motored out to Makapuu Point. The road is not good all the way, and I would rather have driven, but Jack was bound to go by motor because he wanted plenty of time out there, and quite a number of people said that they had motored out, and that it wasn't so very bad. The lighthouse there is one of the largest in the world, and Jack learned all there is to know about lighthouses, and then some. It stands on a point about 650 feet above the sea, and the bare, ragged precipice drops straight into the swirling water.
Coming down from there we tramped across the divide, less than a mile, where still lie the stones of a causeway said to have been begun by the Menehunes hundreds of years ago. Upon one hand, stretches a broad beach, and upon the other, ragged lava with climbing surf and gay little tide gardens full of bright-colored coral, sea urchins in red, lavender and green, and brilliant little fish which dart madly away from your fingers.
Nobody lives out there, excepting at the lighthouse, or anywhere near Koko Crater. It is a dry, lonely land, but wonderfully beautiful.
