Wait, how can the sun be setting already? It's only 5:30 and I'm miles from my next stop!
Whoops.
Na’alehu, a charming village surrounded by garden-like growth everywhere, is close to the southernmost point in the US. On the map, my next stay looked like a nice little subdivision, easy to navigate. Maybe because it was dark, a little harder. I put my faith in Google, and followed the single lane asphalt road out into the jungle for a mile, but my faith was shaken when I was instructed to turn off onto what looked like a dirt driveway. “This can’t be right,” I told Ms. Direction, the Google voice, and proceeded to drive up the road looking for a real street. With street signs. Finally, I turned around and allowed Ms. D to guide me back to the dirt driveway. “Continue for one-half mile.” Okaaaay.
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Better in Sunlight |
The
road was rutted, weed-filled and occasionally patched with concrete that was
around 3 inches higher than the dirt part. But in a half mile, there it was - a
brand new three-story home out in the bush. I parked, and was hauling my
suitcase up the dozen steps when I was met by the local inspector, a deaf,
blind, ancient Cocker spaniel. He was far more interested in my car, and
appeared to be surprised there was a human to go with it. Anyway, the stay
(Lava Java Inn) was new, comfortable, with a bed complete with bedposts as big
as your head. 
My only difficulty was a type of shower I’d seen exactly once in my life. I was so tired I failed to notice the instructions on how to work it, and spent 15 minutes reinventing the wheel. Finally, showered, fed and happy, I crawled into the massive bed.
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View from the back deck - miles of dense forest and lava |
The next day, I went to church.
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