I’ve been to Haleakala twice in the last few months: once to see the stars, and once to see the sunrise.
We sat under the stars, while the shutters of our cameras opened and closed. It was so cold and so quiet, but I remember looking up and getting dizzy. The stars were so mesmerizing, and I was completely surrounded by a beautiful view of the Milky Way.
Neither trip was really planned, but we somehow managed to gather a couple of people each time to drive up to the summit. We sat driving at cloud level. The misty road wasn’t very clear, but luckily we had the reflectors to guide us to make sure we were still on the road up to the summit. Once we made it up to the top, we slept for what seemed like just an hour. My alarm went off, and we all started to make our way to the summit. It was cold and windy. As the sun started to rise, the clouds were continuously getting swept in and out by the winds. We were on a tropical storm watch the day before, and we kept reminding ourselves that it may not have been the smartest idea we’ve ever had (Haha). While it wasn’t my first/second time, I’m always enamored by this place’s beauty.