west side story

This week we drove all the way over to the west side of the island. There's a part of Kauai that doesn't have any roads, instead it has big cliffs and hippies living in hovels. Sometimes we see the hippies if they venture far far out of their hovels to say go to walmart and buy water purification tablets or tarps or something. Anyway so in order to get to the west side of the island we have to drive on the small two lane highway all around the island, even though we live on the north shore. It's fine though because the island is beautiful and it's nice to drive and drive on a open, empty highway. (shots from the car)



The west side is extremely different from the north shore. The sun is so bright there it shines and shines until everything is bleached and glinty, and it's dry so the red dirt soil covers everything. It kind of feels like you just walked into a soft fire of sorts. The culture is so different too. The west side feels kind of like a mix between Mississippi and the Philippines, lots of agriculture and ranching. We happened upon this idyllic little street (broad tree lined boulevard--from the 50's?) with houses for the sugar can workers (foremen?) and the sugar mill still pouring out sugar and smoke at the end of the road by the ocean.


sugar cane lane... tennis anyone?
the mill

phoenix