The Big Island lays claim to being one of the few places one can be in eleven of thirteen “climate zones” in an hours drive. From a snow capped mountain to the heat of the beach, I drove through the heart of the island on the famed Saddle Road and experienced many of them. I will say, many of them reminded me of being somewhere else, the mountains of Colorado, the lush greens Florida, the grassy hills Montana, and the dryness Arizona……there was even a cattle ranch claiming to be the worlds largest.
Time was running out for me on the Big Island and there wasn’t much left to do but check out the beaches, walk the main street of Kona…….all of which were standard for most Hawaiian Islands.
Sadly, I felt like I hit a little low here on the Big Island. The highlight ended up being the night spent in the yurt, but it shouldn’t have been. It was cloudy most of the time and even rained quite a bit. Without the flowing lava and bright sunshine, it didn’t live up to the hype……sorry folks.
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