Monday, October 8, 2018

Death Road Adventure

Matthew and I have the outstanding fortune to be blessed with in-laws who live in Hawaii and who agreed to host our children for a few days while we hopped off to Maui to enjoy the bounty of having a sister with timeshare points to share. Saturday was travel day and try-to-keep-our-eyes-open-as-long-as-possible-to-adjust-to-the-time-change day so I don't really count it as part of our vacation, and Sunday was spent watching General Conference and taking walks along the beach.

Monday was our first real adventure day and we started it off swinging. We picked a hike on the other side of the island and decided to take the scenic route - along the northern coast - as opposed to driving through the center. It was definitely scenic, and remote, and gorgeous, and curvy, and comical and lovely, and death-defying.

The 27 miles we traversed took us almost an hour and a half because we could only go 5 to 10 miles per hour for a lot of it due to hair-pin turn after hair-pin turn. We couldn't see around most of them and for at least 10 miles the road narrowed to single-lane. Thankfully, we noticed helpful signs that suggest tooting your horn to alert cars that may be on the other side of the turn.


We only encountered a small-handful of cars in this fashion and with Matthew's deft driving skills and cat-like reflexes no one was injured (with the exception of my poor nerves).


The hike was incredible. Both in amazing vistas as well as altitude gained. When we reached the 1.5 mile marker we were disheartened. Surely we had hiked at least 10 by that time. Sadly we didn't hike with the recommended amount of water and had to abandon ship early so neither of us would get too dehydrated, and yet we still managed to have our breath taken away at the beauty of this island.



P.S. After we watched our children drive away on Saturday with my angelic mother-in-law and sister-in-law, we made our way to our connecting flight from Honolulu to Maui. When we asked for the whereabouts of Mokulele airlines, we were told we needed to take a shuttle to "Terminal 3". Yeah, Terminal 3 is a portable on the very edge of the runway. We were more than happy with our flight with the 7 other passengers and two pilots, but the entertainment value of it all was our favorite part for sure.

P.P.S. I've never been asked for my weight before getting onto an airplane.


1 comment:

Skip and Emma Booren said...

Wowser. That is definitely an awesome view. Glad you guys had so much fun.