Anyone have experience with GoFundMe pages? My wife and I would like to start one to raise money for a retirement in Hawai’i.
Our daughter, Holly, honeymooned in Maui, one of Hawai’i’s eight magical islands, several years ago. Not to be outdone, we visited for two weeks in early December, our first trip to America’s 50th state. Well, Hawai’i captured our money, but also our hearts. The balmy weather and breathtaking flora and fauna are legendary, but there’s also an Aloha factor. I’ll discuss Aloha at the end. First, here are some trip highlights:
With Holly’s guidance, we rented a one-bedroom condo in Kamaole (pronounced “Comma-OH-lay”) on the South Shore of Maui. The location was ideal: the leeward, sunny side of the isle, just north of the posh resorts of Wailua, just south of the shopping and nightlife of Kihei (“KEY-hay”), and it encompasses three golden-sand beaches (Kam I, II, and III).
Lahaina is a bustling harbor town in West Maui, and preceded Honolulu as the first capital of Hawai’i. Before our trip, I read a history of Hawai’i, and learned that Lahaina once teemed with pious whalers and drunken Christian missionaries. (Yikes, did I confuse that?). Today, it teems with tourists. Lahaina has interesting historical sites, such as its Old Courthouse and ancient banyan tree, but many tourists flock to the shops and restaurants, including Fleetwood’s, owned by drummer/bandleader Mick Fleetwood.
Lynn and I attended the Old Lahaina Luau, which offered a pig roast, Hawai’ian band, buffet with 30 native dishes, unlimited bar drinks, and lavish hula show-cum-Hawai’ian history lesson. (The lesson was a very compressed song and dance version of the book I spent two months reading.)
Justly famous is the “Road to Hana,” a narrow, looping road that weaves along the windward North Shore between trendy Pa’ia, and sleepy, isolated Hana. Along this route are dense bamboo groves, hidden waterfalls, “lava tubes” (black lava-rock caverns and tunnels), roadside stands of fresh local fruits and coconut ice cream, and stunning views of the lush coastline and broad, blue Pacific (see header photo, which shows Wai’anapanapa State Park along the Road).
Beyond Hana, along the southern shore of Maui, the narrow road becomes even more treacherous…but the scenery is even more stunning. This part of the island is sparsely populated and prized by locals for its “Old Maui” character. To the right is the “rear” side of Haleakala ridge, whose ribboned, brown slopes and buttery pastures reminded me of Wyoming. To the left is a sprawling plain of cobalt water against turquoise sky, rimmed by jagged ebony rock and the ocean’s white foam. I rounded the southwest bend just as a brilliant sun was dipping over unpeopled Kaho’olawe Island.
Lynn gave me permission to hike alone into the erosive valleys of Haleakala Volcano. Here, I met Gabriel (from Québec) and Peggy and Tom (from Michigan), and we did a 12-mile odyssey above the clouds, between volcanic cones and across sprawling cinder deserts. Near 10,000 feet, this “crater” is supposedly one of the quietest places on earth. Camping is allowed in designated areas, but an advance permit is required. (Note to Lynn: my next hike here will be a solo overnighter. Don’t worry, no bears.)
Along with Haleakala, another impressive Maui geologic formation is the ‘Iao Needle. It’s a green, spire-like lava mountain in rain-forested West Maui. Here, King Kamehameha I from the Big Island prevailed over Maui defenders in a bloody 1790 battle, ultimately uniting and ruling all the islands.
On our last night, we visited intimate McCoy Studio Theater in Kahului to see Pat Simmons². Simmons is guitarist and founding member of the Doobie Brothers. He performed with latter-day Doobie John McFee and son Pat Jr., who grew up on Maui. I must say, Junior is a darn talented singer and writer. But the highlights for us were the Doobie classics “Black Water” (a No. 1 hit from 1975, written by Simmons), “Jesus is Just Alright,” “South City Midnight Lady,” “Long Train Runnin’,” and the rousing encore “Listen to the Music,” where all were joined by surprise guest and fellow Maui resident Dave Mason (of Traffic and solo fame). ‘Twas a good time, and nice to mingle with our own species (old fuckers who dig great music).
Other highlights of our vacation included famous Mama’s Fishhouse restaurant in Pa’ia (thanks to the gift certificate from Holly and husband Mike); snorkeling with green sea turtles and parrotfish; visiting Charles Lindbergh’s lonely gravesite at isolated Kipahulu; the tropical plantation tour, where we learned about Hawai’ian fruit and flora; observing migrating, spouting humpback whales off Papawai Point; admiring the surfers at Ho’okipa and Kamaha Beaches, and where I took a clumsy windsurf lesson; and my Maui mentor, Don, who hawked his cowry shells every day from 11 to 2:30 at Kamaole II Beach. Lastly…I reveled in no TV or internet for two weeks! (Yes, folks, it is doable.)
I’ll close with my short take on Aloha. Whereas Hawai’i is a politically “blue” state (i.e. Democrat)—partly due to the international flavor, and also a deep regard for the land—most of the news stories I read in local papers concerned local issues, not national. The only political bumper sticker I saw our entire stay was on one of two cars that had non-Hawai’i plates! However, I did see a few stickers that said, “Practice Aloha.”
So, what is Aloha? I once thought it meant “Hello” or “Goodbye.” It’s a salutation, true, but it’s also a spirit, a cultural trait, and a way of life. It can mean “Welcome,” “Peace,” “Take it easy,” “Don’t worry,” “Be kind,” “Show compassion,” “Enjoy life,” “Share love,” and all of it is rolled into one lovely word. It’s a trait that distinguishes Hawai’i from every other state in the union. (I’ve now visited every state except Alaska.) It helps bring native Hawai’ians and others together in a sense of ohana (family). Spoken aloud, the word is always accompanied by a smile, and the combination of soft vowels and consonants give it a warmth and sexiness like no other word. Try saying it: Aloooohaaaa. Do you feel better?
Here are a few anecdotes about the Aloha spirit:
- The cop in Hana. Our rental car was at an angle on the roadside, with the hazard lights blinking, because I wanted to snap a picture of a cute little church. Two police cruisers pulled out from a side street. The first cop slowly passed by, barely noticing me. The second cop rolled down his window. I averted my head, and expected him to ask if something was wrong, or tell me to move on. Instead, he simply said “Hi.” Yeah, you heard right. A cop who said “Hi.”
- The traffic near Pukalani. I was at a red light, and I used the opportunity to prepare my camera for Haleakala. After a few moments, I glanced up and noticed the light was green, and the car in front was 50 yards ahead. But nobody behind me had honked! My Lonely Planet guidebook claimed that honking in Hawai’i is considered impolite, though I didn’t believe it until the Pukalani stoplight.
- The rental car employee at the airport. We were feeling down because our vacation was over. Time to fly home to chilly, grey, billboard-infested Ohio. We’d already changed into drab mainland clothes. Fumbling with our bulky baggage while digging for paperwork, we realized we were holding up things. Lynn apologized to the Alamo guy. Smiling the whole time, he said “Hey, take as long as you need! You’re still on island time!” We smiled back.
I’m not naïve enough to think the Aloha spirit is foolproof. I’m sure there are exceptions. And Hawai’i hasn’t totally turned my personality from Tabasco sauce to pineapple juice. I was on vacation, and feeling good, so sweet-Pete may have been temporary. But after two weeks, it was obvious that Hawai’ians walk the Aloha talk, much more than U.S. mainlanders, and it felt like Aloha was starting to seep into me.
I was just joking about the GoFundMe page. But retirement in Hawai’i? Book it, Dan-O.
Until then, Mahalo (thank you), Maui, for a sweet vacation.
20 thoughts on “Mahalo, Maui!”
To tell you the truth, I like the idea of 48 states. To have two states physically unconnected to the others seems weird to me.
It’s always bothered me, too. Like a couple stray jigsaw puzzle pieces. But visit Hawai’i, and you’ll be grateful it’s one of our states. (Sets a good example for all the others). Thanks, Neil!
When I first read this I thought, Cheez Whiz, just what his daughter needs, a dad that shows up on her honeymoon! But then I re-read it and I guess she’d been there before making her the ‘expert.’ Boy, I’d love to go to Hawaii and just fucking stay there forever sight unseen. Bear in mind I’ve been living in New England for 40 years and well, you get it. Trip sounds great. I suppose your favorite part of it was hiking but my vicarious favorite part was that Doobies stuff. Anyway, there’s now a flight from Boston to Honolulu so maybe one day I’ll convince my hates-to-fly wife to go. As to the GoFund me page, wouldn’t the right thing to do be to just make up some fake disease you have, grab the money and go? Your president would do it in a heartbeat! 🙂 Think outside the box!
Mahalo, Jim. (Yeah, I can see our weasel commander-in-thief pulling something like that.) We got our Simmons tickets before leaving for Hawai’i, and it was on our last night, so it was a great capper to look forward to. I’ll probably do a profile of the Doobies soon. Maui was something else. Hard to believe it’s in one of our states. Alabama it ain’t. (And I’ll revise the honeymoon sentence so it’s not confusing.) Aloha!
I’ve always had a hard time thinking of Alaska and Hawaii as states. Weird I know but I grew up thinking, well, a country has to have states that are all somewhat near each other. (Before I understood what imperialism was I guess.) Anyway, I’ll almost certainly get to Alaska and Hawaii one day. I look forward to the Doobies thing. Maybe you can dispel the rumor that Sinatra’s “doobie-doobie-doo” was the inspiration for their name. 🙂
Ha! I never heard that rumor, but it will be dispelled nonetheless!
Beautiful pictures! Plus I felt like I was on that trip with you and Lynn. Oh I remember, there was supposed to be a room saved in my name! Sorry I missed the plane! Maybe next time!
Hi Mary Kaye…I was so mad at Lynn when I discovered you weren’t on the plane with us. It was her job to arrange for you to join us!! Yeah, maybe next time. Mahalo for reading!
Ha! Well it happens but no need to be mad at Lynn! Maybe next time!
You could have slept on a very comfy sofa!
I would have!
Best vacation ever!
Terrific travel blog Pedro! I’ve never wanted to visit HI until… now. Alooohaaa keep up the great life
It’s pretty incredible, Rock. No place is paradise, but Maui gets pretty close. Mahalo!
Just your pics and your hike off the beaten track did it for me. Amazing what dropping something like that into CB’s head does for his mindset and I wasn’t even there.
That’s the ultimate compliment, when a reader feels like he’s actually there. We’ll probably do the Big Island next. I’d like to hike Mauna Kea, and we both want to look at real estate…although the lava slopes might be the only thing we can afford!
Gotta like them warm climates. A friend of mine just visited the Carlsbad Caverns. He was blown away.
Loved reading this post! Oh how I love Maui, isn’t it just so beautiful?
Mahalo, Laura. I totally agree about Maui’s beauty. We’ve visited many places, but so far it’s tops. Aloha to you!