Yeah, you guessed it: it was windy. In the words of our guidebook, don't forget your extra-strength hairspray. I say, don't forget your lead shoes. Michael got lucky, he was wearing his.
Here, you can see the coastline. People were jumping off the cliffs when we visited, though I imagine the trade winds make the waves too great when they're blowing. Unfortunately, we cannot claim to have jumped off the southernmost edge of the US. But of course there is still time.
Right where South Point is, there were two wind farms too. The first one we passed was decrepit...it looked like either the winds were too strong or the turbines were facing the wrong direction. There must have been four rows of twenty turbines or so, rusting and shifting ever so slightly. We can see here the realized results of slack foresight and planning. A few hundred yards away was what seemed to be a fully operational wind farm with larger, and most likely, more durable windmills.
Just before you hit the southern tip, we encountered black sand. You can see it's coarse, and there's a good reason: evidently true black sand is created when hot lava hits the ocean and explodes on contact, shattering into the minuscule pieces in my hand. The other cool thing about black sand is sea turtles...they nest and feed here. And they don't seem to mind humans too much...though it's not encouraged to get too close.
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