Where the road ends at Pololu Valley Lookout on the “Big Island,” Akoni Pule Highway deposits us at the beginning. Well, close. It’s a few valleys further beyond Pololu, up the other side, down again and up again on a trail used more frequently by pigs than men. The forth valley is were his first memories begin. There are seven valleys on the Northeastern tip of the Big Island which long ago cut into the side of Kohala Mountain. His world was smaller then, and he knew just the one.