Park Number: 31/61
First Visited: February 27, 2012
I then traveled into the heart of Haleakala, a crater shrouded in clouds and swept barren by the wind. This was the rumored depression where the god Maui captured the sun and hid it inside the earth to lengthen the days, just as I had envisioned when experiencing the Big Island’s glowing caldera. Looking back on the way I came, island mythology started making more sense: the tales of grief-stricken creation, jealous eruptions, understandable thievery. And I took these tales home with me, a weightless luggage, a sojourner’s souvenir, a pilgrim’s payment for navigating the nuances of wayward wandering.