We were in the car and out the gate at 9.30 am. Not early but better than we have been doing. The first part of our drive to Waimea was over roads we travelled the day we arrived. It was interesting to see them in reverse order and pick on places that are becoming familiar names. Waimea locally known s Kamuela, is a small rural town which seems to have developed around Parker Ranch interests. There is a strong cowboy or Paniolo influence. The paniolo or range-riding cowboys were brought in from Mexico to teach the locals how to handle stock and help to give Waimea it's unique style. We might need to come back here too if we have time. There is a Parker Ranch store in one shopping centre and the Parker Square is home to another bunch of shops.
Near the coffee shop was the quilt shop Top Stitch. I had a good browse around and of course came out with a pattern and fabric not to mention a new bag.
We asked at the Parker Ranch Store for Patsy .... sorry Butter-bean abd James from Texas. I forgot to refresh my mind and got the name wrong. If we go back that way again I'll certainly make sure I have the name right. The ladies I spoke to wondered if I should have asked at the General Store in Parker Square. We then followed the road to Waikoloa Village. We had been there in our quest for lunch on our first day but had turned back toward the beach resort. This seemed to be a fairly up-market area centred around the Golf Club. Curiosity satisfied we turned back again to traverse the mountains on the Saddle Road.
We knew that visibility would be poor. There was a little rain and much low cloud. But how low is low? It would have been so much more interesting if we could see the two high mountains we travelled between. We climbed and our ears popped. We passed the military training centre and continued to the mountain Visitor Centre which was closed. The plan was to have a picnic there but it was cold and misty so we continued into thick fog. John had to concentrate for several miles staying between the white line on the right side of the road and the, usually double, yellow line on his side. It was a relief to come out of the fog well down the mountain and not too far from Hilo. Our coffee and cake in Waimea was still holding so we set the GPS for home and ate our picnic in comfort about 5.30 pm.
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