We went to Maui last October, so it was another Hawaiian island to check off the list for me. Since it was off-season, we got pretty cheap round-trip flights from Oakland, and an one-bedroom condo AirBnB for a pretty good rate in Maalaea Harbor for the first 3 nights, a cabin in the Haleakala National Park, and then a nice resort for our last night.
Unfortunately for us, a hurricane was forecasted for the weekend, which put quite a damper on most of our planned activities.
We arrived Thursday, picked up a convertible, and dropped our stuff off at the condo.
We spent most of the day driving around and laying out on the beaches and soaking up the sun.
We took surfing lessons on Friday, and I was able to get up a few times. Surfing is so not hard when it’s 80 degrees out with 75-degrees calm, blue, clear waters. But out here in California 50-degree, murky,
shark-infested waters, it’s a lot harder.
Saturday, the rain started, so we went to the aquarium and spent most of the time driving around the north side of the island. The entire northwest coastline is a one-lane, cliff-side road where you can’t go more than 30mph. Halfway through it, we found this amazing house that was partially converted into the Kaukini Gallery with cute jewelry and Maui souvenirs.
We had booked a cabin on top of the Haleakala Crater for Sunday night. We wanted to do the hike up, stay the night, see the stars and the sunrise before hiking back down. Due to the hurricane though, our reservation got cancelled, and we ended up extending a night at the condo.
Sunday, the rain stopped but the water looked so muddy and just so.. sharky. I elected to stay in, but from our balcony, we could see locals out surfing the breaks out in front of our row of condos. A dad paddling out with his three kids convinced Matt to take his bodyboard out for a few laps. He didn’t last long out there though since the water was too choppy and rough.
An hour after he came back inside, we went downstairs and there was a sign in the lobby saying that there was a shark attack at the condo next door. The father of the three kids had gotten attacked by a shark! Here’s the news story on what happened.
On Monday, we did the Road to Hana. Buy one of those CDs that you see at the gas stations or tourist shops cause it’s totally worth it. All cars have CD players, and there’s a track for each mile marker, so you’ll know which one to play. It’s super informative, and it also recommends hikes/vistas/stops that you should most definitely visit or places you can miss if you don’t have time. Your phone definitely isn’t going to have service outside of civilization, so you’re not going to be able to Google Map anything. Most of the landmarks/hikes/trails aren’t visibly posted either, so you’re most likely to drive right past things without knowing they even existed behind all the trees.
The Road to Hana took all day. We left around 7am and got to the resort around 7pm. The road is a two-lane (but really barely big enough to only fit one car), mountain-side road, with a lot of one-lane bridges so you gotta go slow. The drive alone is about 5 hours down, including stops to eat and take pictures. It ends in a small sleepy town of Hana, but it also continues on to an entrance into the Haleakala National Park. Here, we saw the Pools of Ohe’o and did the 1.8 mile Pipiwai Trail which ends at the 400-feet high Waimoku Falls.