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I spent one second to analyze what I was about to do. It was midnight.
I was at the summit of Haleakala at 10,000 feet. I had a bit over half a tank full of gas.
I had slept no more than seven hours in the last four days aided only by coffee and stubbornness,
and I was about to head into a long winding road - Hana Hwy - under a raging tropical storm for
several hours, for the sixth time in just a few days. in the hope that a miracle would allow me to
snitch a couple of photos under a starry sky, all within less than eight hours before I had to take
my flight back to California.
Hit it!
You may have seen a starry sky crowned by the Milky Way hundreds of times, it will continue to mesmerize you. Anything beyond that is rare. That night at Haleakala was unmistakably one of such exceptions. I don't usually remember my dreams, but I'm sure on that flight back home I dreamt of endless and secluded white sand beaches, glowing volcanoes, intriguing coves, dirt roads, glorious sunsets, tropical rain storms, mysterious moonbows and that moment at Keanae when my search for the ultimate Hawaiian nigh image ended. Hawai'i Nights Home | Get the Book | Order Prints | Back to Gallery Map
