Hawaii: Part 1- Maui

Tree trimming on Maui- January 17, 2009

This is the view we were greeted with the first morning of waking up in Hawaii. As I parted back the mosquito cloth lining the porch cot we'd slept on, the sun was shining and the Myna birds were chirping. Our comfortable outdoor bed was Jeff and his girlfriend, Erica's answer to a guest room for their one-bedroom apartment. We were thrilled to be able to sleep there and hang out with them in their home. And there really is nothing like falling asleep to a light breeze ruffling the palm fronds, the crash of the ocean only a block away.

We'd left Juneau the day before, January 16, at 7:45 a.m.- barely. As we sat in the airport café, waiting for our flight to be called, we heard it canceled over the loudspeaker instead. We made a beeline for the reservations counter just in time; behind us, the rest of the plane's passengers glowered, sleepy and annoyed under florescent lights.

At first, the customer service agent appeared stumped as to where to send us. We were supposed to fly through Anchorage and that certainly wasn't happening anytime soon due to inclement weather there. The only other direct flights out of Juneau go to Seattle, so that seemed the logical choice. The only problem was that flights to Hawaii were overbooked from there. "What about going through L.A.?" Scotty or I suggested. (Since we disagree about who had this bright idea, credit goes to both.)

After some clicking on her computer screen, the agent seemed to agree that this was, indeed, a great idea. She promptly re-booked us on a flight to Seattle leaving in only 30 minutes and then on another from there to Los Angeles. From there, a Delta flight would take us to Kahului, Maui.

Later that day, we touched down in Maui's Kahului airport at 9 p.m., only about an hour later than initially planned, which is a much better outcome than for most of the people on our original flight. We've heard plenty of horror stories of people getting stuck for days while routing to and from Juneau and knew how lucky we had been. The time en route was approximately 14 hours even with an hour earlier time difference.

It was raining when Jeff picked us up from the airport. Not the kind of rain that leaves you shivering, but the tropical kind, almost like a warm bath. It was around 72 degrees Fahrenheit and just enough to make me put on a thin sweatshirt. The first thing I'd done upon exiting the plane was trade my tennis shoes for flip flops."Oh good, you've got your slippahs on, " said Jeff, a twenty-five-year Maui resident.

We preceded to drive in Jeff's Toyota Tacoma about 45 minutes to his place in Kapalua. Jeff and Erica had been renting the lower half of a house there for the past seven years. Immediately, I understood why they'd stayed for so long. Only a short 15-minute drive to both of their workplaces in Lahaina, they could walk to the ocean or take a bike ride to the local bar or grocery store. Plus, the house they rented gave them access to a large grassy yard with a grill and the aforementioned palm trees.

The people renting the top half of the house were also young people in their late-twenties to early thirties and they didn't have to deal with extreme college-kid craziness or older folks telling them to keep it down. Yep, pretty much my version of paradise.

After a day and a half of recuperating from the flight and doing little more than enjoying trivialities like early afternoon Mai-Tais and being barefoot, we were ready to see a bit more of Maui. Since Erica had to go back to work, off we went to camp with Jeff on the "back side of Haleakala". Being a tour boat captain and naturalist gave Jeff a somewhat flexible schedule and he was looking forward to camping himself, he told us.

Getting to the southern side of Haleakala, Maui's "potentially active volcano", required that we drive north to Kahului and then south again through the foothills of Haleakala. During the approximately 2-hour drive, we took turns pointing out which cars were the rentals. The key is that rentals don't have the little border around the license plates stating a dealership name or flowers on a chain link.

The actual turn-off to the unofficial campsite involved a taking a somewhat winding and bumpy route that required four-wheel drive. Since the campsite was literally hidden off the side of the road, the best way to find a spot like ours is to watch for turn-outs around Mile Marker 25, just before Mamalu Bay. There really are no signs, which makes it even more special and hidden. Four- wheel drive is necessary, as the road turns off onto unpaved dirt roads.



Here you can see Jeff's truck taking a barely-used road from the main road to our campsite. The rock cliffs in the background are made up of old lava flow and the Piilani Highway/ State Highway 31 lies at the base behind the trees.





The beach is rocky, but secluded. Luckily, they're also the type of smooth, ocean-polished rocks that don't hurt bare feet.



Jeff and Scotty got right to work bucking up some driftwood. What looks like an empty stream bed is actually and old lava flow path. (Haleakala is estimated to have last erupted sometime in the 17th century, according to Wikipedia.)

Free camping!- January 19, 2009

The next day, we packed up and continued to drive west. We stopped at the tiny town of Kaupo, at Mile Marker 35. Kaupo's main attraction seems to be a small, rustic general store, which was, unfortunately, closed when we drove there in search of cold beer. Jeff especially bemoaned this fact as it was, he said, a really cool place and a camping trip ritual.

We decided to continue driving towards Hana, thinking we might just drive around the north side to get home, only to be stopped by construction about 10 miles later. Instead of waiting for the road to clear, which could take hours from the looks of it, we decided to turn around and go back the way we came.







On the way back we stopped alongside the road for a short hike to a waterfall.



The view from the side of the road wasn't bad either.



On the way back to Kapalua, we stopped in Paia, a town on Maui's north shore, with a reputation as a hippie and surfer hangout. Paia is also an obvious tourist stop on the "Road to Hana", a famously winding highway along Maui's Northeast shore, and at the intersection for the road up to Haleakala's summit. We'd planned to to see both Hana and Haleakala at the end of our trip when we returned to Maui for the flight home.

Paia's main street included a bar frequented by Willie Nelson (according to Jeff) and some shops and restaurants, including Milagros Food Company, a Mexican-style joint with a small outdoor seating area. Milagros is mid-priced, with a good lunch menu.

This part of this trip is less technical in detail and more about what you can see when you get off the beaten path. We were lucky in that we had someone showing us where to go, but the reality is that Maui isn't a very big place. One can drive around the entire island in about two full days if you wanted to, and there aren't that many roads so you really can't get lost. The last part of our trip details the Road to Hana and a drive up to the summit of Haleakala (both in a rental car) and since we did this on our own it should paint a more realistic picture of what people visiting the island independently can expect.

Next up- Hawaii: Part 2- Oahu!