Neazel, Darren, and I flew into Kona on a steamy, voggy day, without a clue of what we would be doing. We figured we’d just figure it out when we got there. Luckily, Nicky and Daniel were preparing for their wedding the night before and had finished what they needed to do. We met up with them and decided to go on a little adventure.
The black jagged lava rocks stretched for miles and miles until we started driving up a cloudy mountain. As we unlocked the gate to the hill, the road turned into tire tracks up a pretty steep hill (lucky for 4-wheel drive!). As we sat in the back of the truck bed, we were so fortunate to see sheep and cattle running free. We were engulfed in clouds. We could barely see five feet in front of the makeshift road. Once we got to the end, we frolicked and followed Tina, with our bare feet. On our way back, the clouds started to burn off, and we saw the most amazing valley I’ve ever seen in my life. I was in awe and felt like the valley was a secret that only we knew about.