No, we're not talking about me, silly.
One of the cool blowholes on Maui. Never mind that you have to hike down several steep cliffs, through a few pastures marked private, and hope the car doesn't get stolen while you're gone...
It's pretty sweet. That is an arm of someone that was with me at the blowhole, and as much as I prayed for it, the blowhole didn't wash that person out to sea. Oh well. One can always dream. :)
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