On Friday I went north in search of Hawaii Island not under the thrall of the eruption, and to my great surprise, I readily found it.
I had an agenda but got distracted. I made new friends. I found indications of Puna Pride, yet I also spoke with people who did not know what was happening in Lower Puna. I saw a lot of lush greenery and tourists posing in front of waterfalls. I stopped into a cemetery I passed along the way.
The day was a relief for me, but a relief tinged with guilt I could not shake.
Here are photos in lieu of more words.