More than anything, I wanted to see a volcano while I was in Hawaii. Unfortunately, there are no live volcanoes on Maui. I knew that before I left. The next best thing would be to see an extinct volcano crater.
The Haleakala Highway takes you to Haleakala National Park. It’s a narrow winding road that takes you from about a 1000 feet above sea level to a little over 10,000. And at the top you can see the collapsed crater of a volcano. Perfect.
Sherry was driving, and all was good until we passed a sign that said, “Turn headlights on while driving through clouds.” Haleakala means “the land above the clouds.” That’s when Herb began to clutch the arm rest. White knuckled, he mentioned about every fifty feet of the climb, “We are very, very, very, friggin high.” The rest of his conversation usually contained something like, “Do you have to drive so close to the side of the road?”
Sherry was driving perfectly. I don’t know what would have happened if she was a little nervous about the road. I think Herb would have simply passed out. Read the rest of this entry »