Before I get started showing you this last batch of Hawaii pictures, let's pour out a little of our aperitivi for Gourmet Magazine. It was announced today that after 68 years the mag will be ceasing publication with the November issue. LAME. I love Gourmet! Most insulting is the fact that Bon Appetit will live on, stumbling into the future with its gross gimmicky pictures and boring recipes. Poot.
And now, here's a rundown of my last few hours in Hawaii, which were, holy crap, almost a month ago. Oops. I REALLY need to get better at this realtime blogging if I have any hope of doing it when we take our big round the world trip.
After visiting the Pu'uhonua, our next stop was the southernmost point in the 50 United States. Because I'm a geography dork who always insists we visit places like the confluence of the Ohio and Mississippi rivers.
The southernmost point, called Ka Lae, is at the tip of a dry, windswept plain populated by rusting windmills and scrubby bushes blown completely sideways by the relentless blasts. These windmills are part of an array that was shut down in 2006 to make way for newer models that sit nearby.