As we were driving back to Waikoloa from the Don the Beachcomber Mai Tai Festival, we had several choices for sunset vistas, but we returned to the scenic overlook where we’d heard the goats on Thursday night. There were no goats peppering or bleating into the distance.
About ten minutes before the light show came to its apex, every spot in the parking lot was filled, and we spectators were arranged on the rock wall for whatever the evening’s spectacular might bring.
And it was spectacular, ovation worthy even. Though my pictures don’t show it, there was, a superbly green flash just as the sun stole below the horizon.
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