Cliff what!? That's right, cliff jumping. On the big island of Hawaii, at the southern most tip, strangely enough called "South Point," (which is also the most southern point of the United States) there is a cliff. It's 44 feet high (or so we're told by the locals), the most gorgeous blue you've ever seen and yes, perfect to jump off of.
One of the first jumpers, photo courtesy of Angie.
Since it's hard to take a picture straight down a cliff, here's a view to the side that shows some similar ledges to the one we were leaping off. Photo courtesy of Angie.
The top of the ladder you had to use to climb out. You had to grab that rope to pull yourself toward the rock and then it was one rickty ladder lashed on to the next. The jump was nothing compare to climbing back out. Photo courtesy of Angie.
I'm in the middle, 5th from the left, I swear it's me. Photo courtesy of Angie.
A short walk away from the cliff is this freshwater sinkhole. Yup, some of us jumped in that too. Hey, why not. The 10-15 feet was nothing and there was no scary ladder to climb out on.
Several days later, the bruises that had appeared. This is what happens when you don't have your legs completely straight and your shins hit the surface of the water. (Aren't my legs strangely pale for being in Hawaii? I am just not meant to be tan.)
Even if you're not inspired by the landscape, although you should be, take this as your cue to do things that scare you. Trust me, you won' t regret it. It's the things you
don't do you end up regretting.
One of the first jumpers, photo courtesy of Angie.
Since it's hard to take a picture straight down a cliff, here's a view to the side that shows some similar ledges to the one we were leaping off. Photo courtesy of Angie.
The top of the ladder you had to use to climb out. You had to grab that rope to pull yourself toward the rock and then it was one rickty ladder lashed on to the next. The jump was nothing compare to climbing back out. Photo courtesy of Angie.
I'm in the middle, 5th from the left, I swear it's me. Photo courtesy of Angie.
A short walk away from the cliff is this freshwater sinkhole. Yup, some of us jumped in that too. Hey, why not. The 10-15 feet was nothing and there was no scary ladder to climb out on.
Several days later, the bruises that had appeared. This is what happens when you don't have your legs completely straight and your shins hit the surface of the water. (Aren't my legs strangely pale for being in Hawaii? I am just not meant to be tan.)
Bird of Paradise, one of the many pictures taken before dawn on our first morning there (aka my birthday!!). Jet lag was definitely our best friend, as we went to bed just past midnight and were wide awake by 4:30 in the morning. Energized by our new surroundings we went on a long walk through the neighborhood in Kaneohe. We learned a valuable lesson that morning: it rains, everyday, in the morning. Needless to say, we were a little damp upon return.
I have no idea what this is called, it was in someone's front garden bed, Kaneohe.
Pine trees? In Hawaii? I had to snap a pic as we whizzed past on the Kamehameha highway.
Hibiscus! I love that you can see a star in the middle of this one. This was along the road in Pahala, just down from the Paniolo cabin.
Bamboo in the heart of the rainforest near Akaka Falls on the Big Island. I immediately bought a bamboo upon return and it sits by my desk to this day.
The view as you walk up. Makes me want to cop a squat on the grass and sketch.
The alter. Incense, flowers, a rad tiger rug and of course, a Buddha.
Stained glass. I think this would make a good quilt square some day (when I finally tackle making circles, that is).
Cool cut paper effect on this light fixture.
Peace pole stating: May Peace Prevail on Earth. Trivia: How many letters are in the Hawaiian alphabet? Answer to come later in the week...
Prayer flags! And looks like the monks there enjoy a good lawn chair (yes, there were monks).
Anyone who has ever seen my portfolio should recognize the quilt above. The end papers and cover have a pattern I created based on this motif.
In an effort to keep my blogging momentum going, I thought I'd drop a quick post about one of my own favorite blogs to follow, Ink and Spindle. These ladies are based out of Melbourne, Australia and having been there a few years back myself, following this blogs holds a special place in my heart. If only I had known about them when I was there... ah, well.
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