Peeking over the ledge, all that is visible arranges into peril, maybe heart-wrenching, maybe not, yet the free fall of several hundred feet means a direct landing. On the cliff side, during the launch downward, are lauhalla trees to spike a rib, volcanic boulders to break an arm, and medium boulders to smaller sizes to pebbles to fine granular black sand—as many centuries of ocean waves create of volcano rocks—to brace the disfiguring fall. Maybe you live.

I am a fan of the outlandish in small dosages (must be so, given your author's cranky temperament that needs moment to moment maintenance), yet on a sunshine Hawai'i afternoon, I go there. To occupy a seat in a dark movie theater for viewing a film that I have no interest in takes campy courage, as in why the hell not? Outlandish in three hour segments works, yes? Snag is that nobody warned me John Wick 4 qualifies as far beyond a “small dosage.”