A farm stand, a transfer station and a monster truck

After having the zoomies yesterday (both me and the dog), I calmed down - as in bit TH’s head off when he moved my smoothie ingredients (I get feral when my stuff gets touched) and took myself off for a mid-morning nap as we are still waking up in the dark.

Then, it was off to dispose of rubbish. I wasn’t thrilled about the amount of trash we created in Seattle, and here it’s amplified. There’s no garbage collection here; you take it to a transfer station. One goal here is to minimize contributing to it. In the meantime, there’s a fruit and vegetable stand at the bottom of the road. I met the farm owner, Christine, and donated a bag of citrus. She also provides eggs and bakes excellent banana bread. 

We are also now truck people. TH bought what we would call a Ute in NZ. It's a Ford 150, if that means anything to you, which is a behemoth that's longer than a horizontal palm tree. I swing into the passenger seat like an elderly monkey, and the dog will need a crane. Our cars are still on ships; the image above shows Tiffany, my Fiat, having an ocean voyage. The Ute is a nod to Kona - the back is for palm fronds, rubbish, and Home Depot runs. The other excuse was that it seats five comfortably - ideal for airport runs to get guests and luggage and needed to bump along volcanic rock rough roads to beaches. 

Miss you and mahalo, 

Erin