This weekend I went to Waimea Falls Park. I hadn't been there in a long time and a lot has changed. They took away pretty much everything commercial about it. There used to be a tram that gave tours around the park, a playground, a cliffdiving show, and a small zoo. All of that is gone now, and it's basically just a wildlife park. It's quiet, so you can hear the birds and the leaves on the trees shifting around. At first it reminded me of the description of the forest in the beginning of The Poisonwood Bible. The trees covered in vines, the spider webs, even the place where the girls go for a swim. I half expected an okapi to wander out of the bushes.
After a while, though, I realized that it was completely different from the forest in The Poisonwood Bible. The forests at Waimea feel tranquil, controlled. Even though all the commercial stuff has been removed, it feels too perfect, almost deliberate. It doesn't fit the description "This forest eats itself and lives forever," which feels wild, savage, unpredictable.
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