The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up – flaked up, with rose-water snow. — Herman Melville
Hanavave, Fatu Hiva, Marquesas
Short hike to these falls up behind the village in Fatu Hiva. Wyatt and a guy we called the Marquesan Joseph Gordon Levitt hiked up a slippery slope to jump into the cascade’s pool.