New Kalepona......
New Kalepona......
Well, we are finally to where we need to be. The last week has been dry, and dry changes everything. How long it's gonna last I have no idea, probably for at least a couple of days.....
No matter, I will happily take it. It represents hope, and I don't want to do hopeless.
Since the weather is now doing what I want it to do, the sooner we get into position to take advantage of it, the better this may work out in the end. Gotta tell you, it's already done. If you were to compare this to fishing, we would be at the point where the poles are out, bait just hit the water, dinner is cooking, but we are waiting.
Just waiting for the moon to rise.
While we are waiting, if I remembered to bring the gas, we smoke lots of oil and talk story. Hell, It's either that or sit here and stare at each other until something happens. Should you wish to pick Option B, stop reading, come back three weeks from now, and see if we're still here.
Looks like you choose Option A. You chose poorly......
Story Time.
Boom and Bust. That's the story of Hawaii. You see it repeated over and over again. Look into the past, Sandalwood, whaling, sugar, pineapple, WW2, tourism, the list goes on. You probably have heard of one or more of those events and how it shaped life here. Live here for a decade, you are almost guaranteed to live through one.
Most of you don't know about this one.....
In the big picture, it was a minor event, but a neat story.
January 24th 1848. Gold is discovered in Sutters Mill. It takes a little while for the news to leak out, but it did. The first miners to get there were native Californians'. Next group was from Oregon and Washington. Third group to get there was from Hawaii. They beat the '49ers by six months, didn't matter, to the best of my knowledge not one of the miners got rich and came home.
In a year, the population of San Francisco went from 200 to 25,000. Entire ships crews deserted for the goldfields. In the bay was a sea of ships with no crews.
At this time, all of the manufactured goods came from the East Coast, around the tip of South America. Once delivered, the ships almost never left Hawaii full. One enterprising captain, loaded his ship with potatoes, (only introduced 10 years earlier) and sailed for San Francisco. Five weeks later he arrived to a starving city awash in gold. Able to pay his crew well, in gold, they stayed on, turned the boat around, and came back for another load, bringing with them San Francisco's laundry, to be washed in Honolulu. In a city awash with uncrewed boats, some saw the opportunity and gathered a crew, then made the easy downhill run to Hawaii, to load up on vegies.
Problem was, in old Hawaii, near all the people lived on the wet side. That land was too wet to grow potatoes, and it was already farmed with Taro. They needed a unoccupied land with enough natural rainfall year round, but not too much. They also needed it close to the sea. One place fit the bill.
Part of a royal land grant, the land was owned by a Haole man that married royal. Site of a marginally productive sugar mill the land was too dry, but it was cleared. As each ship arrived, the price of vegetables went up. He quickly converted his land to potatoes, carrots, onions, and cabbage. Four miles down the hill was a safe anchorage. Soon all his available land was planted. His Chinese workers also got into the act, planting all their personal gardens with veges, that also could be bartered for gold. They bought new land with their new riches.
Packet ships came streaming in. Three weeks here, five back, with favorable winds. Soon other farmers crowed in. The rainshaddow, the area that got the dependable rain, was limited, it didn't matter, squatters cleared the land, and hoped for Summer rain. Winter rain was almost a given, Summer rain sometimes didn't always happen. Summer rain happened in 1850. And 1851. Both Winters, Hawaii was the only game in town for fresh food. Spring of 1852 was the best yet. A band of land, 10 miles long, three miles wide was planted. They were ready to feed San Francisco.....for a price.
This booming area soon received a Hawaiian name.
New Kalepona. Translates to New California.
In the Summer of 1852 no ships called for veges. Growers in Oregon and Washington had stepped in. They could supply the market for far less.
The entire crop rotted in the field.
The squatters left, The Haole man turned his fields into pasture and started a very successful ranch that his children's children run today. The Chineese laborers, now with good land paid for in gold kept on farming. No longer feeding San Francisco, the farmers fed Honolulu instead. They formed a rather large community where a man named Sun Yat Sen was sheltered. Their kid's kids have now cashed out. Fuckin' Oprah moved in. Left of me is a judge. Above me are a couple of doctors, Right of me are the heirs to a cookwear company. Below me, more fuckin' doctors. Square in the middle I sit. I grow dope and farm cars. That's gotta hurt.
Fucking up other peoples property values every day. Even if it rains every day... there is always that jewel.
New Kalepona is here. It's my home. It's now called Keokea. The pasture next to me still has piles of rocks, gathered together by the hands of Chinamen long dead. Before me it was a pasture. Before that parts were a farm.... You can always tell where the old houses were. Look for the old stone foundations, the cisterns, and the old fruit trees. Yes, there once was a farm here, one with not too much dirt.
But I found enough....
Valley.... no worry. I'm kinda proud to live up here and I don't mind if you know it.
DB... the Jap Hash my partner has got going is through 8 feet already. He does have a light on it until 11 every night so that has something to do with it. Mine was the runt of the litter.
Over here New Years is far bigger than the fourth. Still, you never know what snuck through. we will see.
Shopkin.... that yellow one you saw is one of three based here. We get him alot....
New Kalepona......
Well, we are finally to where we need to be. The last week has been dry, and dry changes everything. How long it's gonna last I have no idea, probably for at least a couple of days.....
No matter, I will happily take it. It represents hope, and I don't want to do hopeless.
Since the weather is now doing what I want it to do, the sooner we get into position to take advantage of it, the better this may work out in the end. Gotta tell you, it's already done. If you were to compare this to fishing, we would be at the point where the poles are out, bait just hit the water, dinner is cooking, but we are waiting.
Just waiting for the moon to rise.
While we are waiting, if I remembered to bring the gas, we smoke lots of oil and talk story. Hell, It's either that or sit here and stare at each other until something happens. Should you wish to pick Option B, stop reading, come back three weeks from now, and see if we're still here.
Looks like you choose Option A. You chose poorly......
Story Time.
Boom and Bust. That's the story of Hawaii. You see it repeated over and over again. Look into the past, Sandalwood, whaling, sugar, pineapple, WW2, tourism, the list goes on. You probably have heard of one or more of those events and how it shaped life here. Live here for a decade, you are almost guaranteed to live through one.
Most of you don't know about this one.....
In the big picture, it was a minor event, but a neat story.
January 24th 1848. Gold is discovered in Sutters Mill. It takes a little while for the news to leak out, but it did. The first miners to get there were native Californians'. Next group was from Oregon and Washington. Third group to get there was from Hawaii. They beat the '49ers by six months, didn't matter, to the best of my knowledge not one of the miners got rich and came home.
In a year, the population of San Francisco went from 200 to 25,000. Entire ships crews deserted for the goldfields. In the bay was a sea of ships with no crews.
At this time, all of the manufactured goods came from the East Coast, around the tip of South America. Once delivered, the ships almost never left Hawaii full. One enterprising captain, loaded his ship with potatoes, (only introduced 10 years earlier) and sailed for San Francisco. Five weeks later he arrived to a starving city awash in gold. Able to pay his crew well, in gold, they stayed on, turned the boat around, and came back for another load, bringing with them San Francisco's laundry, to be washed in Honolulu. In a city awash with uncrewed boats, some saw the opportunity and gathered a crew, then made the easy downhill run to Hawaii, to load up on vegies.
Problem was, in old Hawaii, near all the people lived on the wet side. That land was too wet to grow potatoes, and it was already farmed with Taro. They needed a unoccupied land with enough natural rainfall year round, but not too much. They also needed it close to the sea. One place fit the bill.
Part of a royal land grant, the land was owned by a Haole man that married royal. Site of a marginally productive sugar mill the land was too dry, but it was cleared. As each ship arrived, the price of vegetables went up. He quickly converted his land to potatoes, carrots, onions, and cabbage. Four miles down the hill was a safe anchorage. Soon all his available land was planted. His Chinese workers also got into the act, planting all their personal gardens with veges, that also could be bartered for gold. They bought new land with their new riches.
Packet ships came streaming in. Three weeks here, five back, with favorable winds. Soon other farmers crowed in. The rainshaddow, the area that got the dependable rain, was limited, it didn't matter, squatters cleared the land, and hoped for Summer rain. Winter rain was almost a given, Summer rain sometimes didn't always happen. Summer rain happened in 1850. And 1851. Both Winters, Hawaii was the only game in town for fresh food. Spring of 1852 was the best yet. A band of land, 10 miles long, three miles wide was planted. They were ready to feed San Francisco.....for a price.
This booming area soon received a Hawaiian name.
New Kalepona. Translates to New California.
In the Summer of 1852 no ships called for veges. Growers in Oregon and Washington had stepped in. They could supply the market for far less.
The entire crop rotted in the field.
The squatters left, The Haole man turned his fields into pasture and started a very successful ranch that his children's children run today. The Chineese laborers, now with good land paid for in gold kept on farming. No longer feeding San Francisco, the farmers fed Honolulu instead. They formed a rather large community where a man named Sun Yat Sen was sheltered. Their kid's kids have now cashed out. Fuckin' Oprah moved in. Left of me is a judge. Above me are a couple of doctors, Right of me are the heirs to a cookwear company. Below me, more fuckin' doctors. Square in the middle I sit. I grow dope and farm cars. That's gotta hurt.
Fucking up other peoples property values every day. Even if it rains every day... there is always that jewel.
New Kalepona is here. It's my home. It's now called Keokea. The pasture next to me still has piles of rocks, gathered together by the hands of Chinamen long dead. Before me it was a pasture. Before that parts were a farm.... You can always tell where the old houses were. Look for the old stone foundations, the cisterns, and the old fruit trees. Yes, there once was a farm here, one with not too much dirt.
But I found enough....
Valley.... no worry. I'm kinda proud to live up here and I don't mind if you know it.
DB... the Jap Hash my partner has got going is through 8 feet already. He does have a light on it until 11 every night so that has something to do with it. Mine was the runt of the litter.
Over here New Years is far bigger than the fourth. Still, you never know what snuck through. we will see.
Shopkin.... that yellow one you saw is one of three based here. We get him alot....
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