Beats the hell outa me what it is, but if you ask me it's
way too perky-looking to live down here.
Holua Cabin. Excellent accomodations for 40 clams per night double occupancy. If there were a National Park Olympics of Pit Toilet Maintenance, Holua would take the gold.
A couple of nene, a variant of the Canadian goose. In Hawaii they're protected by federal law; here, plank-headed adolescents peg 'em with blowguns.
Fresh the next morning, ready for...well, a leg massage and a burger the size of my head, but I'll have to climb out of the damn crater first.
