Hawaiian? I Hardly Know Her!

A beach picture to trick you into reading this.

Part 2:  In which I survive a harrowing car ride, and eat a frozen treat.

Have you been to Maui?  It’s a little good, and a little strange.  We will explore both.

The mountains (volcanoes/craters) are generally in the center of the islands, and for the most part, the highways and roads make their way around the mountains.  That means you get a nice view of the ocean when you’re driving just about anywhere.  Oh, it also means that sometimes, you’re driving on a one lane road next to a steep cliff that drops down to the ocean.  Ha Ha, Adventure!  This is really fun for anyone who’s not particularly into ensuring the continuing natural function of their organs/generally living.  On one of the particularly bad roads, luckily for us all, was a population of Schiedea globosa.  This means I got to spend a day trying to collect plants from the side of a one lane road, while tourists unaccustomed to mountain cliff driving attempted to avoid killing us, hitting an oncoming car, or driving off the side of the cliff.  I’m starting to think I did something long ago to dishonor this plant’s family, and now it’s getting its revenge.  On the plus side, after climbing up a steep cliff with unstable soil and thorny shrubs, we got to a little point where we could watch whales spouting in the ocean while we were collecting.  Turns out, it’s whale birthing season!  That’s right, this is the time of year when humpbacks journey from Alaska to Hawaii to welcome their babies into warm, paradise-like waters.  Only to force them to swim back up to Alaska afterwards in a painful tradition comparable to spending the better part of 24 years in the Midwest.  I kid.  But seriously, every time I’m starting to attribute malicious, humanoid characteristics to the landscape, Hawaii does something that makes my heart melt.

An idyllic village found at the end of a horrifying death-trap locals refer to as a "road."

Example:  I finally got Hawaiian shave ice.  But Megan, you say, Hawaiian shave ice is available everywhere!  You can drive to Loveland and get it!  Ah, you would be right.  But the shave ice here, it is an entirely different animal.  For starters, they will put a scoop of ice cream in the bottom of your shave ice cup.  Ice cream!  Like macadamia nut or coconut pudding ice cream!  Then the ice goes on top, and it’s topped by fresh fruit purees (like mango puree made from the FREE MANGOES LITERALLY LYING ON THE GROUND).  As if that weren’t enough, you can also get a snow cap, which is a sweetened condensed milk mixture that goes on top.  It’s how they get mainlanders to relocate permanently to the islands!  No, not the beaches, stupid, it’s the shave ice.

God himself could not make a shave ice this good.

Ok ok, you’re jelly.  I can tell.  Let’s keep it real.  We go to another field site, which is a whopper.  It’s off a little dirt road that we can’t access with our rental PT Cruiser (-___-), so we hop in the back of the land manager’s pickup truck to get there.  On the way, there is a seemingly non-functional farm with one lazy goat (aren’t they all, amirite?  JUST KIDDING GOAT LOBBY), a pack of peacocks, and a baby cow that gallops around playing with its best friend, a dog (;___;).  An assortment of animals that are entirely useful, I’m sure.  Also we have to cross a river.  I couldn’t find any hiking sandals in Ohio before I left, so I got to cross the river in my waterproof hiking boots.  Which worked great until my boots were submerged and the water was trapped inside the boot.  All day.  Curse you, past Megan!

No, but seriously, these boots saved my life on multiple occasions. Thanks, boots. Thoots.

Ok, so we get to the field site after all that, and the whole population has apparently slid off the cliff into the ocean.  Hawaii is made of shield volcanoes (no, trust me, that’s incredibly geologically accurate), that have really unstable cliffs that often slide into the ocean.  On the plus side, that was our last group of plants, and here we were in Maui for 4 more days.  We were trying to locate more populations by asking the locals, but here’s a funny thing:  the locals weren’t really into telling us where the plants are.  And it’s not like we’re just asking people waltzing down the street, we’re asking biologists and academics.  Now, most of the Hawaiians I’ve met have been exceedingly nice and helpful.  Perhaps they just want to keep Hawaiian research in Hawaii.  But it’s not like anyone else in Hawaii is really studying this plant, so who knows.  Maybe they have already realized the malicious nature of globosa and are simply trying to protect us.  JOIN US NEXT TIME, on Oahu.

A post in which I may actually go to the beach, and have fun.

Hawaiian? I Hardly Know Her!

globosa

The man, the myth, the legend

Part 1.  In which the TSA is racist, and I survive multiple plane rides.

Prologue:  (Bear with me) My former professor asked me to accompany her and her graduate student on a field research trip to Hawaii to find populations of the plant Schiedea globosa.  It’s a little grass with a spherical head full of green flowers and it grows on a few of the Hawaiian Islands.  It’s interesting because of all the plants in its genus, which are endemic to Hawaii, it’s the only one that isn’t endangered or threatened.  Why?  Partially because it lives on steep cliffs by the ocean, and when rocks fall off of those cliffs, globosa hitches a ride with them and floats on over to colonize another island.  More on this later.

So.  We started our journey on a flight from Cincinnati to Atlanta, then Atlanta to San Francisco, then San Francisco to Honolulu, then Honolulu to Maui.  That was a thoroughly unenjoyable trip.  The grad student with us is Indian, so naturally the TSA assumed that she was a suicide bomber and singled her out randomly for extra inspection.  When I was going through security, they asked me about 9,000 times whether I was with “the dark-haired lady” (I’m sorry, I think you’re mispronouncing “skin”) and I was pretty sure I was going to get strip-searched by association, but apparently I am the most trustworthy looking white female on the planet and we both got through alright.  Also, I was fairly certain that were I to die in a plane crash, it would be the trip from Cincinnati to Atlanta since we were flying with seemingly an entire sorority.  I mean, if there is a god/fate/karma, that plane full of sorority sisters would have gone down.

Anyway.  Here we are in Maui.  When we landed, I thought the whole island smelled vaguely of frangipani, but that could just be my nose romanticizing the experience.  Lots of women wear plumeria in their hair, you can buy real flower leis from K-Mart, and the mango trees.  Oh, the mango trees.  I come from a place where you can buy fibrous, unripe mangoes at the grocery for $1 apiece.  Here, the mango trees are huge.  Probably 20 feet tall, and chock full of mangos.  We passed a clearing that was surrounded by mango trees, and there were mangoes just littering the ground below them.  Rotting on the ground!  Oh, do not take your fruit for granted!

mango

Goodnight, sweet prince.

Back to the field work.  This part is ever so slightly scary to me.  Like I said before, the plants grow on cliffs.  This is a great little habitat for them, since they’re not great competitors and not many other plants like to grow at a 90 degree angle.  This is bad for me, because  how do I get up there?  Field work has been much climbing up steep, unstable cliffs and scrambling up huge rocks before the tide comes in too much.  There have been many instances where I think to myself, if it’s me or the research, I’m going with me.  Sorry, everyone.  I should get the award for World’s Worst Researcher because I enjoy living with all limbs intact just a little too much.  To be continued.

Because this is safe.

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