Saturday, February 14, 2015
Five minutes after shooting this video, the electrician arrived. Then, it immediately started sleeting and raining horizontally with a temperature of 33. For the next 45 minutes, we worked outside restoring power to the Summit area.
When I finally walked through the door at home about two hours later, I looked at Star and said, "Would you check my face for me? I think I could have frostbite." She replied, "No, but it certainly is red."
Since my face was the only part of me left unexposed while working, it was pelted by the sleet. I guess I was fortunate the cold numbed it within the first several minutes, so the pellets didn't hurt as much. Anyway, I'm investing in a balaclava . You can teach an old dog new tricks.
I'm editing this post to add one additional piece of information:
Note the tour bus in the video. It consisted of the driver and a few hardy souls from a cruise ship willing to give the Summit a try in the miserable weather. I never saw any of them actually leave the bus, which I can't blame them.
The driver, obviously Hawaiian, stopped me at one point walking back to the truck to find more clothes to layer and yelled out at me from the doorway, "Can I get you something to drink and a snack? We have plenty. I yelled back, "Thanks, but I'm ok. I bring my own with me up here. What he yelled out next warmed my heart, if not the rest of me. "Sir, thank you so much for your service to our sacred mountain." Certainly, it's the first time in my professional career somebody has thanked me for my service. And for me, it's a good enough reason to justify what I am currently doing with my career.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
At night the stars pop out of the sky by the thousands. The temperatures in winter are in the mid 60's at night, but quickly jump into the low 80's during daylight hours.
The beaches here are unlike anything else on the island, and home to the famous cove beaches called Red Sand Beach, Black Sand Beach, and the hidden little white beach, Hamoa.
We met new, fascinating people on this trip who are travelling the world and somehow ended up on Maui. Most don't seem to have the means to be embarking on such grand adventures, but nevertheless seem content wandering the globe.
On Saturday, we picked up similarly aged campsite neighbors (a couple) hitchhiking to the village of Hana some 9 miles down the road. They never could tell us exactly where they were from, but were looking for a rental cottage in the area. We dropped them off and went to the beach. Afterwards, we found some outdoor showers in Hana, cleaned up, and had lunch at the Hana Ranch.
By the time we returned to our campsite at around 4 pm, things had changed considerably. Crowds of locals were pouring in, and the place started to resemble festival camping for some outdoor music event. Star and I quickly recognized we were now the oldest people at the campground. Sticks of truth, fire poi, and other lighted contraptions filled the night sky, and the music blared. Meanwhile, we sat at the back of the campground in our tucked away spot, drinking vodka and cranberry and watching the show.
Suddenly at 10 pm, the noise stopped, the lights went dark, and you could hear a pin drop. So, I've coined a new saying from the experience, "They partied hard, and stopped on a dime."
Best of luck to Mo from Chicago via Botswana(?), the waterless travelling mechanical engineer waiting on his Fulbright to start in Brazil in two months. We left him with a gallon of the precious liquid and some snacks and oatmeal.
|It was a relatively quiet Friday at the campground.|
|150 yards from our camp|
|Next time, we are going to camp in one of these spots|
by the ocean.
|Hamoa Beach-Isolated with|
white sand, incredible views, great waves.
|From our spot on the beach|
|Old man and the sea|
|Spaghetti for dinner|
|Saturday night party just getting started|
Monday, January 5, 2015
|Starting our trip at the Summit Visitor's Center|
|Our destination is 10 miles away at the base of the farthest|
|Star at Split Rock|
|Silversword Photo Bomb|
We arrived with tired legs and feet at the Paliku Cabin, but were bolstered by the incredible, isolated location. Situated at the base of sheer cliffs reminiscent of Yosemite, the cabin sits at 6,400 ft. with a large green pasture in front. Unlike Yosemite, there are no crowds, no cars, and no noise other than the wind and birds. Directly past the level pasture, the Kaupo Gap drops straight down to the Pacific Ocean in just 8 miles. Yes, there is a trail that goes all the way down, and no, we will never be taking that one.
|Pacific Ocean below Kaupo Gap|
The cabins are austere, but have the necessities. Shortly after arriving, we built a fire in the ancient wood stove and heated water for our meal, freeze dried Chili Mac. Our favorite past time during our two night stay was watching the Nene who decided to make the cabin their day home. Every morning, these endangered geese would fly in from some unknown location, performing 3 or 4 flyovers before landing in our front yard. At one point mid-day, we counted well over 30. They fed on the grass and socialized the entire day, and then suddenly two would start honking at each other until reaching a crescendo and then take flight into the setting sun. The pattern was repeated until only 3 or 4 Nene remained by dark.
|Sunset over Paliku|
|Leaving Paliku the morning of January 2nd|
|Last shot of Paliku some 2.5 miles in the distance|
|Those are sandstorms ahead and the final photo of the day|
|Holua Hilton and departing storm early the next morning|
|Wish I could have used my camera for this shot|
instead of my "old school" cell phone
|A potty with a view!|
10.2 miles 3,500 ft. down
Day Two Day Hike
Paliku out to Kaupo Gap Viewpoint
3.0 miles, 300 ft.
Friday, December 26, 2014
I've said it before. We are not wildlife photographers. There were so many whale encounters today; I lost count. That said, I took photos of the sky, the volcano, and the back of peoples heads, all while trying to react to a two second window of opportunity.
For better or worse, here's what we ended up with. What a wonderful way to finish up our Christmas Staycation on the Kihei Coast.
We will do this trip again before the whales make their return to Alaska.
|Leaving little Maalaea Harbor|
|Haleakala and our home somewhere in the distance|
|Before long, we started seeing blowholes spraying water.|
Soon, they were all around the boat.
|Whale Tail, or is it Whale Tale?|
|Finally, I got lucky|
|Cropped version of the above photo|