A journal from someone who is living in the most beautiful place on Earth
Saturday, January 23, 2016
I remember it being bigger.
Continuing the retracement of my childhood, we made the turn from Hwy 83 along the North Shore into the Waimea Valley. The destination was Waimea Falls and the lagoon into which my classmates used to cannonball-dive. What was once a muddy trail has been transformed into a tourist attraction, complete with a restaurant, visitors' center, guided tours, and botanical garden. I blanched at the $16 admission fee, but my kama'aina card allowed me to take $6 off.
Well, the paved pathway to the Falls kept our shoes clean.