*Coolhandburg would like to acknowledge that Erik does not currently possess a pilot's license and cannot actually fly a helicopter, per se.
Look how much fun Erik was having taking shots with his super neato Harinezumi camera! (Those are the helicopter blades, pretty cool, eh?)
Since like 80% of the island is privately owned and inaccessible by car or foot, this was really the only way to see the amazing gorgeousness that is the Big Island. (Also, cloud shadows have always been a quiet obsession of Mrs. Burg's. )
A lava tube shooting out some hot molten magma . . . it was a little camera shy and stopped spurting as soon as we pulled out our cameras, but you can see its glowing red center if you look closely.
Jack lives alone, in a house. The only house that wasn't destroyed by a volcanic eruption in the 70's . . .
Some pretty sky and more helicopter blade action.
Why does the stupid ocean have to be so pretty and warm in Hawaii?
A rare shot of one of the other passengers. She asked a lot of random questions and wore a lot of rings. Alright, it was Zsa Zsa Gabor (don't tell anyone).
Karen tried to get some shots of her own shadow, proving she was in the helicopter . . . and hoping for a shorter winter at home.
A downed WWI plane. It crashed during some training maneuvers, no one was hurt, but almost 100 yrs later it still sits down there looking like something out of a Spielberg film.
Karen kept feeling like she was going to meet Indiana Jones at any minute . . . Alas, she did not.
This looks like an arrow? Right? Right.
Proof we were BOTH on the helicopter.
I just want to JUMP in!
Don't you? (I wouldn't though, we were pretty high up there.)