Aloha Gentle Readers,
Anywhere on Maui one can pick up a tee shirt emblazoned with I Survived The Road To Hana. To be sure, the gorgeous drive to Hana is a little tricky. The road wanders through lush vegetation, fed by 90 some inches of annual rainfall, with dozens of one-lane bridges and hairpin switchbacks. Nice and easy does it, lots of stops for waterfalls and hikes, and really, it just isn't that bad.
What you need the survival shirt for is for braving the road after Hana. This time we came at it backwards from Up Country, during the day, which put us at odds with the infrequent mini tourbuses, offering visitors the thrill of a lifetime. I suspect the tourbus trips are relatively new as we saw none on our last trip.
Most of the southeast coast is desolate, windswept, and starkly beautiful. It's noisy and brash like my boy Jake who kept bellering, Dad, this is AWESOME. Saw a little of himself in the primeval cacophony of wind and surf.
While not as impressive in size as El Arco, at the tip of Baja in Los Cabos, this arch was pretty cool.
Funniest thing we saw was a cow with three birds perched on his back. They showed little fear of me until I got close enough to get a perfect picture. Then they flew away before the click. Shoulda used the zoom.
While we're on roads, the most frightening road on Maui is the unpaved five-mile stretch east of the Nakalele Blowhole. You're on a one lane road with no guardrail on edge of the cliff hundreds of feet above the sea. If another car approaches, somebody has to back up as far as a quarter mile before anybody can pass.
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