FBI

OK, this is for real.  (And I wasn’t sure when/if this day would really arrive.)

Words cannot adequately express the joy, satisfaction, pride that I can, once again, call myself FBI (From Big Island).

Our house is finished in Volcano and the moving in/nesting is almost complete; I have registered it as our principal home; and changed my voter registration to the Volcano address.

I grew up on Kāneʻohe Bay Drive and, later, have been living and/or back-and-forth to the Big Island since the early 60s.

As kids, our family used to load up the jeep and trailer on the barge and camp on different Islands during the summers.

After a while, we kept going back to the Big Island. (I remember being literally the only people at Hapuna Beach as we camped over a weekend (no one else for the whole weekend – you don’t see that anymore.))

Then, on one of those trips, our father drove us all up mauka.  We got out in the overgrowth, and he said we are going to build a house there.

Our family had a macadamia/coffee farm in Kahalu‘u/Keauhou Mauka (it was the first left after the dip, up Donkey Mill Road).

Later, I was a UH Mānoa December graduate; in January, I moved back to Kona and then to Waimea (another previous Big Island home (as an HPA boarder)).

The job with DLNR took me back to O‘ahu, where we lived since the beginning of this year.  (After DLNR, a lot of my work was based on Hawai‘i Island, so I was always going back and forth – sometimes for the day, occasionally overnight.)

The circumstances are now in place and the timing is right for us to return and call Hawai‘i Island our home.

Volcano has always been special to me.  As kids, whenever there was an eruption, the family would fly over from O‘ahu to watch.

I remember seeing the Kilauea Iki eruption that formed what is now the large cinder cone and Devastation Trail; likewise, the Kapoho eruption and many more.

I remember, as a kid, sitting in the Volcano House with Uncle George (George Lycurgus) at the fireplace and/or starring out at Kilauea and Halema‘uma‘u.

It always feels right to be in Volcano.

(I planned my first major business on cocktail napkins at the Volcano House Bar over one of the many weekend stays.)

Anyway, we are back.

We’ll be going back and forth between Volcano and Fort Collins (one Winter shoveling 20-inches of snow and Summers with 100+ degree Fort Collins’ weather were enough for me).

It is great to get back to the Big Island.