We are at Hauula. Came out on the train this morning. Of course, that was the long way around, but we love the trip along the ragged coast, and, besides, we wanted to stay over night. It would have been only about thirty miles by motor, and we could have seen the sacred gorge and returned the same day; but after my glimpse from the Pali by moonlight, I wanted to see this craggy side of the Island with the moon on it—and it is splendid tonight. We have been walking along the beach and watching the surf and the tiny islets and looking up at the overshadowing mountains. It is all a dream-country by moonlight.
Either we arrived with big appetites or else the food here is the best that ever happened. Jack said it was a little of both, but it looked to me more like a good deal of both. I think that he would have been poetical tonight if he hadn't eaten so much. He almost was, anyway.
