A woman finds a quiet spot in the park to relax. Lindsey Bauer The sun sat just above the horizon of the Pacific, and I stood looking over it, 10,000 feet above the ocean. The ground was red. Red dirt, bathed in red light, stark and alien against the thriving life of the forests and the blue line of the sea. I was on Haleakalā, the volcano that makes up East Maui, the “House of the Sun,” home to the most endangered species in a national park in the United States. The view was astounding.