…many so easily accessible once you’ve gone to the trouble of driving The Road to Hana.
Month: April 2012
From their website: “Enjoy a guided visit to our unique family farm. Sample the cheese while we explain how it is made, from milking the goats to the finished product. Interact with our loving family of goats, free-range chickens, and check-out the honey bees.
“Next, take a stroll through our organic tropical orchards. Here you will see mango, papaya, avocado, lychee, citrus, breadfruit, and many other exotic fruit trees. Learn about our organic vegetable and herb gardens while you rest under the shade of a tamarind tree with colorful orchids hanging from the branches. Discover some simple ways we are making our farm sustainable.”
This is a pretty good pano looking down from the comfort of the cozy Ranger Station into what everyone thinks is the crater mostly because the park service calls it a crater, but per Ms Wiki: “scientists believe that Haleakalâ’s “crater” was formed when the headwalls of two large erosional valleys merged at the summit of the volcano.” Ok.
We followed lei making by eating at a local place and I had to have the deLUX Loco Moco. Dark brown gravy poured over two fried eggs that are sitting on top of a slice of American cheese that sits on a hamburger patty all nestled in a bed of rice surrounded by sliced Portuguese sausage, mushrooms, and onions.
Fortunately I asked for a take away box right at the beginning before I scarfed the whole thing and ended up eating half of it for lunch and the other half for dinner.
Recalling their western past.
The town of Waimea is very small and has maintained an ‘historic’ feel. It is also the last bit of gas/food/lodging available before heading up into Waimea Canyon. The Russian Fort is right outside town too.
Since we’ve both visited the Canyon and the Fort so many times we decided to move on in search of what we had not seen before.
Splendid Red Jungle Fowl! We saw so few last year we were wondering if there had been a plague but this year there are plenty of them again strutting around in all their splendidness.
“How you eat a local chicken: You put a chicken and a rock in a pot with water and boil the water until the rock is soft. Then you throw away the chicken and eat the rock.”
This morning we went to the Farmers Market at the Community College in the Downtown area, hoping to find the goat people there, but no joy. Then we went to follow the South Shore Koloa Historic Trail and did find several of the spots noted.
Here we have “the oldest Catholic Church in Kauai, St. Raphael’s was founded in 1841, two years after Catholics were granted religious freedom in Hawaii after the French threatened Honolulu. Father Arsenius Walsh established the parish.”
There was a crew of parishioners dressing up the church for Easter tomorrow.
As we were driving to our next destination I said to Sharon “you know, I feel like some Asian cuisine”. Really, I said “Asian cuisine” and then we turned the corner and there, set back into an industrial parking lot was this place so we had to go in.
It was like it looks, not great but I liked it anyway.
…the sugar mill. Much of the history of 1830s Hawaii until tourism took over in the 1950s is tied up in the history of the cane sugar industry here.
Maui is the only Hawaiian island that still supports a viable sugar company and rumor is that they might not hang on for very much longer. This is one of two Hawaiian Commercial & Sugar Company’s mills on Maui.
One of my Botswana safari companions was a sugar commodities trader and now I wish I had talked to him more about sugar!
Then we drove on into ‘Iao Valley.
What this says: “Commonly called ‘Iao Needle, the traditional Hawaiian name for this 2,250 foot high peak is Kuka’emoku. This peak is known as the phallic stone of Kanaloa, Hawaiian god of the ocean.
“During periods of warfare, the peak was used as a lookout by warriors. It was here that some of the Maui warriors retreated from the forces of Kamehameha I during the Battle of Kepaniwai.”
Here’s another one, Diamond Head to our left, Waikiki straight ahead, and downtown Honolulu to our right.
Beth had put together a delightful picnic dinner at the beach after which we visited for a while and then retired to my room despite that my sister (ok, the real grandmother here) thinks it’s her room. I understand that other people think it’s their room too. And I let them think that.
Here’s a short introduction from their website:
“As the American Civil War was raging between the North and the South, young George Wilcox took a lease on a struggling farm located on the outskirts of Lihue, in what was then the Kingdom of Hawaii. The farm had been chopped out of a large grove of kukui trees and was therefore called Grove Farm.
“His vision combined with his education resulted in his ability to change this arid farm into a thriving sugar plantation. As the Civil War destroyed the agriculture in the South, it helped sugar become a successful venture in Hawaii. Sugar’s success was also favored by the Hawaiian monarchy as it was an additional source of income for its kingdom.”
We ate a huge and scrumptious brunch at the New Otani Kaimana Beach Hotel and Hau Tree Lanai. We ate and then camped out at their restaurant making it (and their bathroom) home base for our snorkel outing at Waikiki.
Janice (Beth’s mom), Trevor, Caleb, Charis. Inset: me, Amy (T&B’s pal from law school), Beth. Christa was studying at the restaurant and Sharon took the picture.
Our tour group gathered in the kitchen where a sweet as could be woman made us iced tea and cookies and told us about how over the years it all worked in the kitchen.
Speaking of which, this morning I had a Starbucks giant espresso frappuccino with nonfat milk and not too much sweet powder and it was good. Oh no, that’s not good. I rather wish it wasn’t as good as it was!.
Hail Hail the Gang’s All Here gathered for our annual pot luck feast extravaganza! We are missing Camus’s teenage son Koa who came later and Camus’s boyfriend Curt who is off island for work (everyone loooves Koa And Curt).
Seated: Kathy’s son Ryan and his fiancee of one day Cheyenne, Kenny, Camas. Standing: Bob, Sharon, Kathy, me having rushed over to get in the picture and forgetting to open my eyes and forgetting to focus the &%*## shot, and Sharon. (When they’re together we call them The Sharons.)
Kathy, in celebration of her 60th birthday wanted to hike the Kalalau Trail along the Na Pali coast…which she and Camus did last weekend. OMG…
…it took them 8 hours to hike in. This map doesn’t show the entire 11 miles but you can get the idea.
There were no misshaps along the way. Fortunately they had arranged for all their gear to be delivered to/from the campsite by boat so they didn’t have to haul it in backpacks.
They spent two nights camping with the hippies who have settled in permanently. On the third day it only took 6 hours to get out…and a Grand time was had by all! And then they took a nap.
We went over to the West Side today to enjoy a tour at the Kauai Coffee Company. They have a museum, and a gift shop of course, and a self-guided stroll with many interesting markers along the way.
They also had a video playing with an extended story of the process from seedling to cup’a joe that was very good, and they had samples of two dozen coffees for your tasting pleasure.
Caleb was assigned as my personal guide and protector during our snorkel outing.
Trevor: ‘Caleb, you’re with Granty.’ Me: ‘Trevor, really, I’m fine.’ Trevor: ‘Caleb, you’re with Granty.’ I only put up one small fuss because actually it was nice, Caleb is a delightful guide and protector.
I asked Trevor (a very sporty and competitive guy) if there was any sport at which he could still beat Caleb. Trevor thought that perhaps in wrestling due to his 50 pound advantage but he wasn’t anxious to risk injury finding out.
Back to the North Shore today to see the Waioli Church and Mission House in Hanalei. The church was under a termite tent but the church social hall was hosting a hula lesson for haole housewives.
All the music came from the one woman sitting in front singing with her ukulele. She was great.
…and we ended our day with a drive through some back roads. I was trying to get us to a viewpoint for the Kiluea Falls but one road was blocked by a gate to a huge private estate and another road was blocked by construction of what looked like it was going to be another huge private estate.
If I lived around this area I would not be happy that all the backroads to where I was used to going were being blocked. This must be a constant problem where private developments grow up in once wild areas.