Second Sunday

On Sunday morning we got up and got ready to go to church. The weather didn't seem too keen on cooperating...

We hitched a ride north of Pahoa with the Managers here. From there Dj and I hitched with a surfer guy in a light blue jeep about a block away from the Eagles Arie where they hold the local Unitarian Universalist meetings. This would have been great any other day but between the monsoon-like conditions, and the surfer guy's rag top being open-- we were soaked. Deep down to the core WET. The church meeting was pleasant, fun even. We discussed transcendentalism and the transcendentalists. They had a small turn out with a hand full of kids. After we were offered a ride to their regular Sunday potluck. Lunch was tasty, and was followed by lilicoi pie that was made by an elderly gentleman who as of yet refuses to share the recipe. Dj was asked to lead a discussion in a few weeks, he seems really into it.

After lunch we came back to the hostel. Apparently the Giants won the Super Bowl - Dj kept track online. We had a visit from a local Boston transplant that looked pretty bummed.

The rain here has been a constant for days. Saturday night the storming was pretty rough, and Sunday's was way worse. The massive rain (30 in in 24 hours) created landslides on one side of the island, flooding on another, and downed power lines interspersed through out. We were fortunately just incessantly rained on. Sunday night there was lightning super close, serious wind blowing the rain on us, and we began to hit our breaking point with being wet and cold. After the lightning struck a little too close for comfort we ran to the barn to escape the ensuing deluge. We didn't get a whole lot of sleep and it really just wasn't a whole lot of fun. Eventually the storm passed, we went up to bed- damp, but safe, and crashed out for a few hours before the next storm. The next morning we found out that the managers cabin had been hit by lightning, no one was hurt, nothing burned-- but it was a little scary.