Slow down, its Molokai

This the most rural of Hawaiian Islands, at least the most rural of those that tourists are allowed to visit, and the local rush hour is three or four cars at the stop signs in the middle of town. The trade winds blow to cool us off in the afternoon and pile up gorgeous clouds over mountaintops of Molokai, Lanai, and Maui which we can see in the distance. Our room in near the top of the mountain on Molokai. We have gotten to look down on Kaluapapa the penninsula where the leper colony was from the lookout only about a mile from where we live. It turns out that Father Damien is being turned into an official Cathoic saint in about a week and a half. BJ has lots of great pictures. This morning we went to Halawa Valley, a VERY tropical (muggy) lush green valley with a huge waterfall. The natives are trying to rebuild a taro plantation there. Then we just relaxed in the evening either at the public library or on the beach. We've driven from the west and the Hawaiian Islands biggest beach, to the other end of the island at Halawa Valley, a total of 30 or so miles, and might have passed maybe ten cars coming the other direction. As we came in from the airport the driver asked if we had come to Molokai to relax. That sounded like a good enough reason to visit to me. So we are learning from the local T-shirt, slow down, its Molokai.