For our second weekend on the island we didn't have access to a car, so we explored on foot. Saturday we went out for breakfast at a diner in Wailuku, just about a mile up the hill. We had a read to try the place, visited mostly by locals, in some of our try-not-to-be-a-tourist tour books. Known for good pancakes and indifferent wait-staff, we fueled up for a short hike.
Climbing up a lushly forested ridge, we reached a white cross constructed on a bluff. From a little bit further up the ridge, we could see the bay of Kahului as well as down the way towards Kihei. We also took a break from the camera, so you won't get to see pictures from the hike. Just imagine sunshine and century plants. Also, sweating. Lots of sweating.
We had enough daylight left to hit the beach. Or the bay. It is the closest strip of sand from our house. Although it isn't a very dramatic beach we were able to catch the beginning of the sunset and see some ocean kayakers put in for an evening row.
Sunday was my thirtieth. Lucky to be here, and also get to share it my mom and brother who were in town on portage from their cruise. We drove to Lahaina to check out life on the other side of the west island.
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It was a stormy day early on, but the sun peaked out now and then. We had a misty walk up to some petroglyphs just off the road. By the afternoon, we were able to get in a little more beach time before heading out to a fabulous dinner at Mama's Fish House. Everything was perfect from the mai tai to the mahi mahi.
We're getting more settled into island life and next weekend plan to get in some solid beach time and a shave ice.
