The guide started telling us a story of how long ago, the local chief, after a large lava flow in the area, ordered all villagers to go up the hills and fill a basket with dirt, and bring it down to the shore. The lava flow spilled into the ocean, and left a large area of sharp rocks sticking up out of the water. The villagers filled in the rocks with dirt, and the area became farmable for Taro, a root like food, similar to potatoes. As he concluded the story, we parked. Perfect timing. Getting out of the car, you are immediately spritzed with fresh ocean water. You hear the sound of water crashing, rain pattering, and several birds scattered about. There is a rock-walled Church here in Keanae. On my way to see the church I stopped to say hello to this fellow. There was a small graveyard next to the church. Flowers, Moss, grass all growing out from every corner, nook, cranny. So much life here. I noticed sweat dripping off of my head. So humid here.