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Mauna Kea

2 years

Christmas Eve, 13,800 feet above sea level. The crust of snow, clinging to black lava rock, is painted with the fading warmth of a Hawaiian sun. The sleepy white domes of telescopes gaze off into the horizon. The cloud level rests like a blanket, covering the world of shaking palm trees and ripe coconuts, spinner dolphins, and singing humpbacks that thrive thousands of feet below.