By Neola Caveny
For the last time, the sound of the pū wakes us, and we scramble to pack sleeping bags and night clothes, leaving us in bathing suits and wetsuits in the pre-dawn chill. There’s a fire built on the beach, and some of us huddle around it – not so much for the physical warmth as for the sense of companionship with people with whom we have formed a bond, however temporary. Sitting on a log, I talk with Kukui, from Wai‘anae, O‘ahu, about taro lo’i restoration projects there, and how that relates to similar projects on Maui. Why haven’t we talked before? Oh well – next time.