On Friday morning, we packed up the old Rav4 and headed for the tropical northeast coast of Maui and the little town of Hana. Our accommodations were quirky and basic, but directly on the wild, rocky coastline of Hana Bay. With nothing but large screen windows throughout, the waves sounded like freight trains rolling through all three nights. The occasional gecko ran across the floor. As one would expect in a tropical forest, the rain poured down numerous times during our four days and the sun did the same.
The Waianapanapa Trail winds along a section of rugged, undeveloped coastline for just over 3 miles, and after Sunday, is one of our favorite day hikes...period. The entire route is filled with blow holes, black cliffs, large caves, arches, blue water, and constant spray from the crashing of Pacific Ocean into the lava rocks.
|Within 100 yards of the parking lot, you're on the coast|
for the next 3 miles.
|Star is getting violent again.|
|We met Wilson's 1st cousin, Buoy, on the trail.|
|Entering sacred grounds|
|Ancient Ruins stand together|
|Traditional Hawaiian Fishing|
|Meanwhile, back near the parking lot.|
|And THIS is why tourists die here almost weekly|
|We stopped at one of the many local organic farms serving|
fresh coffee from the beans grown on-site.
|Getting wired on local coffee!|
|Blossoms of the Mountain Apple Tree|
Video from the trail