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Nimitz Hill and Cross Island Road

August 30, 2011

With the twin storms moving off to their respective destinations and the scooter running better with each passing day, the need arose to go forth and explore some more.  I’d set my sights on conquering Nimitz Hill.  Primary reason for going?  There are Japanese command caves atop the hill, and I was hoping to get a look inside.

Regrettably, the entrances were locked.  Best I could do was to sneak a shot through the barrier.

Fortunately, Nimitz Hill has a second attraction – killer vistas.

If there’s one aspect of photoessay work I dislike, it is the virtually impossibility of capturing a vista .  Sure – I could try to piece it together, but I’m not that proficient.  So – you get cropped versions of le grande view.

There was a point in our lives together where the Pheebs and I thought palm trees to be a rather silly contrivance of nature.  This, of course, was fueled by man’s need to plant them as ornamentals amidst the Desert Southwest.  Palms have no place in the desert outside of oases as far as I’m concerned.  Here on a tropical island they contribute as opposed to taking center stage.

 Much better.

From Nimitz, a short hop to Cross-Island Road.  Cross Island is the shortcut used to get to Talofofo and Jeff’s Pirate’s Cove, the penultimate destination of the day trip.

Winding, mountainous, speed limits of 25 MPH.

If one didn’t know any better, you’d swear this shot was taken in Amish Country over 9000 miles away…yet here we are on Guam cutting across the southern interior of the island.

It’s a great road, this.

My photography skills don’t do it justice – that and the traffic runs 25-30 MPH over the speed limit and there’s no shoulder to get off to frame shots.

The final destination arrives far to soon – Jeff’s Pirates cove and my non dietary treat for the week, a Jeff’s burger.

The scooter did its thing, looking all the world like a miniature sport bike.

I spent quite a bit of time contemplating glass fisherman’s floats once inside Jeff’s.  They’re hand blown from castoff sake bottles, supposedly, and are a century old.  this one is over a foot in diameter.

I find them utterly fascinating.  From the ingenious repurposing of discarded material, to their age along with such a fragile item surviving atop the open sea for a century.  Captivating.

Most haunting?  Encapsulated within the bubble green sphere is the breath of a fishing village craftsman from a prior age.  Could it be a piece of his kanji (spirit) resides within?

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. August 30, 2011 7:40 am

    I love the photo of the bubble green sphere … And your thoughts on it.
    I think you answered your own question. The simple pleasure of you appreciating the sphere and pondering it’s history meant you touched the spirit that remains.

    • dangerboyandpixie permalink*
      August 30, 2011 9:03 am

      Eww…I touched a spirit. Do I have to wash now?

  2. August 30, 2011 9:49 pm

    i wish there were roads like that in the keys. i prefer spirits in proper bottles.

    • dangerboyandpixie permalink*
      August 30, 2011 10:06 pm

      Well – those were repurposed spirit bottles…

      And yes. The road is pretty spectacular.

      The scoot, by the way, is running like a little hot rod, with 50+ MPH speeds attainable. Not bad for a used $300 49cc scooter. It probably won’t last long, but it will be fun while it does!

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