The Solidness of Roads

It was a sunny summer day on the sleepy garden isle. He was headed to the point at Kalihiwai bay. Riding a borrowed cruiser from his long time friend, and carrying a pack full of gear. The old road was overgrown and curvy. Like a meandering river. Downhill all the way. Tropical jungle encroached from all sides. The fruit trees were choke full. Their first real abundance since the hurricane hit eight months earlier.

Iniki devoured Kauai. Choked up on him, then spit him back out all chewed and shredded. There were signs of the fight everywhere still. Corrugated metal rooftops littered the jungle canopy in the more inaccessible places.  Other areas were stripped clear to the dirt, and just now beginning to return.

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