South

We went to Southpoint (or Ka Lae, which means "the point" in Hawaiian), the southernmost point in the United States.

Says so right there, so it must be true.

The land ends in cliffs, some about 50-100 feet high. People jump from the old boat lowering area (about 50 feet), then climb up a ladder.

Working up her courage. A few more beers maybe. . .

 A few hundred yards to the east and there is a place where the ancient Hawaiians put their boats in the water and tied them to the lava rocks. The shelf-like area makes for easier in and out of the water.

Holes for the ropes.

A really big hole. Maybe for the King's yacht.

 View of the cliffs. Notice the lower right. . .

It's a fat cat, just waking up and looking for trouble. I'll call him John.

The colors are amazing, as are the many layers of lava.

A partially collapsed lava tube is right by the cliff edge, making for a jacuzzi-like show.

A few hundred yards east of the point. Lots of whales all around, just offshore, spouts everywhere.

 Looking west, a wind farm in the distance.

 Southwest. Look real hard and you can see Fiji.

 180 degrees south.

 Kirsty walking the cliffs in the wind.

Looking back towards the wind farm.

Wanda enjoying the view.

Peace my friends!