Hawai'i Volcanoes National Park
We drove to the park to do a bit of exploring, and wow, what a site. We started out at the Kilahea Visitor center to get the lay of the land, then we took off for the Jagger Museum where I was able to get a good picture of the crater. I spotted white tropic birds soaring around the smoke/steam emanating from the crater. I was puzzled what they found attractive there.
There are a bunch of short trails that take you along some steam and sulfur vents, which we took advantage of. We also took the short hike of the Thurston Lava tube. We got there kind of late in the day, and fully expected to return the next day to do some more hiking around the area, but that was cut short, as I will explain later.
Uncle Robert's
We had heard a lot of good things about Uncle Robert's Night Farmers market at the end of the red road in Kalapana. Uncle Robert Keli'iho'omalu was the patriarch of the old Kalapana village where the market is located. In 1990, lava from the Kilauea volcano buried the old village, but the village has been rebuilt, and Wednesday night it transforms into a place for food, drink, art & crafts, and music. Truly a Hawaiian cultural experience.
We went, and it was just as advertised. We enjoyed it thoroughly.
Hilo
The next day, we decided to drive into Hilo to do the last of our touristy shopping so we could spend the rest of the time exploring the area. We had lunch in a lovely restaurant called Pineapples that was recommended by the clerk in one of the shops we were in, so we went and had a lovely lunch. Our drinks were garnished with orchids. Funny, but those little flowers have natural little clip-like stems that hold them to the rims of glasses.
Unfortunately, as we were doing the last of our shopping after lunch, I realized that I had left my bag at the restaurant. I knew that they would have noticed it and put it somewhere safe until I came back for it, but I was still walking rather briskly. Just as I got to the restaurant, I turned my foot on the uneven sidewalk pavement, and heard a "pop." It wasn't my ankle I had turned, but the metatarsal bone that took the blow. By the time we got back to the car, I could barely walk, and Lynn drove me straight to the Hilo Medical Center.
After checking in, they got me an ice pack for it, while I waited to be seen. The x-ray confirmed what I feared: I broke the metatarsal. They called it a Jones fracture. Rats! This is my first, ever, broken bone.
So, they splinted and wrapped the foot, gave me a prescription for crutches, an "unfortunate traveler" note to give to Alaska Airlines for preferential seating so I can elevate my foot during the 6 hour flight back to Portland, and orders to follow up with an orthopedic surgeon when I get back. All taken care of by the next morning.
Jeeze! This has really put a damper on what I can do, now. But just as well, the rain started last night and is expected to be pretty heavy today and tomorrow. Luckily, I'm in a lovely place where the rain sounds are soothing, and the views out the windows remind me that I'm on vacation.
I will make the most of it while I'm here. I've got a book that I have now started to read.