About 150 miles, 8 hours, 97 waterfalls, 600 curvy curves and 200 other cars doing 60% of the same trip as us, a little rain with a lot of road washouts ... we did it!
No details on this one... just some highlights.
First.. the waterfalls. Yes, many are spectacular, some just trickles. Pools and rushing water tumbling over boulders green with moss & fern. 2 foot falls and 200 foot falls. And so damn many falls. After the first - oh, I don't know, 15 - we became jaded and lazy. Come around a corner, eh, look, more falls. (Go ahead, call me Ronald Reagan... but you do get a bit of waterfall fatigue... seen one fall, seen 'em all.)
|You thought I was kidding about the 200' fall, |
|And a bird's eye view.|
|Our girls in a cave of tangle trees.|
We made stops in lovely little towns, visited ancient Hawaiian churches each with it's own cemetery of wind and weather-aged, moss-covered headstones. On the back side (past Hana) in the town of Kipahulu is one such graveyard, where lies Charles Lindbergh. It is peaceful, quiet sanctuary on a bluff overlooking the vast Pacific Ocean.
There are several black sand beaches on this side, and a red sand beach. I'm jaded - I still prefer the more mundane, white sandy beaches on our side of the island. Of course at each of our stops, we had to let the girls out for a run, a pee, a drink of water.
What do you suppose happens to a slope of land covered in red dirt, rocks and vast lava fields with little vegetation to anchor it? Running water, and lots of it. And quickly gathering loose dirt (now mud) along it's path washing across the ribbon of road in first trickles, and then gushes. And there's us in our little Scion, the bottom of the car being about 3" off the road. Huh. Interesting.
But, needless to say, we made it. Touch a go for a couple of miles, but we forged the gathering washouts, white knuckling across the un-guardrailed road, and made it.
Finally got back down to Kihei around 5:30 pm... just in time for one happy hour cocktail at the Tiki Lounge.
Life is good.