Heading ‘Home’ to the Farm

Heading ‘Home’ to the Farm

We were contented but weary travelers as we drove from Mauna Kea to our home away from home on the coffee farm. All the excitement, packing and unpacking between Airbnbs and physical exertion were taking a minor toll, at least on me. I was looking forward to snuggling up on the futon with the cats purring around us. Continue reading

Up the Snow-Capped Mountain

Up the Snow-Capped Mountain

Once again, Molly navigated and I drove through rain to get to our place in Hilo. It was dark, and we were antsy and feeling a bit like nomads when we arrived about 7:30 p.m. Molly directed us into a modern complex, and we parked in the spot that corresponded with our room—213. At the door, Molly punched in a code: 1948. We were inside. Continue reading