For the second time, Paul went to Hawaii to help our friends Pam and Roger build a house near Pahoa on the Big Island. His job this time was to finish wiring their house and an added bonus for them was that he installed their first sink on his last afternoon of work. By that time, I had been there for 3 days. During the days I had set up my own personal retreat of reading and meditating. In the evenings the four of us went to dinner together.
On our first full day of play together, Paul and I drove to the most southern point in the US. Then we hiked a little over 2 miles northeast to the Green Sand Beach. The rough four-wheel drive road traverses gentling sloping hills of grass covering orange clayey sands. With its exposure to thousands of miles of ocean and lack of trees, this part of the island is known for its winds. On this day, however, we welcomed the light breeze that we caught at the top of each rise. The sun was intense and there was no relief until we reached the cliffs above the beach.
Down on the beach, we settled under a small rock overhang to cool off and escape the sun. Some local teenagers provided entertainment as they tried to boogie board in the crashing surf. The waves would knock people on the beach off their feet and move 30 pound rocks along the sand. One man's t-shirt was ripped off his body when he fell down. Paul swam out just beyond the breaking point and floated easily while the others struggled against the force of the waves.
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