The sky is nearly filled by an amazingly bright Milky Way. A three-quarter moon has just set over the west mountains. To the right, the science city with its observatories can now be seen a half mile away. Cameras click and whirl, tourists point and shout, and as if on cue, the sun emerges from its bath of silken clouds and suddenly the whole crater is the most magical place on earth. The moon-like crater below is shrouded in pink mist and all the world's problems, for the moment, are forgotten, including one dead camera.
Life is good.
Thank you George. And just like that, everyone shuts off the cameras, grabs the kids and heads for the cars. It's a stampede down the mountain side, and to complicate matters further, large groups of bikers are heading down the narrow road, making for slow going. Amy continues to play with the dead camera, but it won't speak to us. We decide to shop for a new one after breakfast, which we have at a nice place in Kapu.