We had another late start today. It was around 10 o'clock when we caravan-ed a short way up the coast, with me driving with Steve and Jeffery. When I saw Ron driving the van into the parking lot at Kapalua Bay beach, I thought not only had Ron had lost his mind. No way was there any chance of finding an parking spot there, for one car, much less two. I mean, what insanity! And lo... the mynas did sing... as Ron drove around a corner, we spotted a white van pulling out of a spot, and Ron signaled me to park there. As I pulled into the spot, A group of people walked towards us, and climbed into the large SUV I'd just parked next to. I know! I was speechless too!
|Stephie and Ron headed to the beach|
We had two parking spaces, side by side. Surely, Norma, the unofficial goddess of parking watches over us.
|The tidy shores of Kapalua Bay|
We found a nice spot to spread out our towels on a sandy ledge overlooking the beach. Everyone was going in to snorkel, but for Jeannie and little Gracie. I kept telling myself there are far worse fates than snorkeling on Maui without an underwater camera - DUH! When we all got in the water I was absolutely pleased to see the clearest, cleanest, grit free, water I've been in all week. Kanaloa, the Hawaiian god of the ocean was smiling today.
We left in the afternoon and back at the resort everyone rested up and got ready for our last evening in Maui. Late in the afternoon we dropped Steve and Stephie off at Maalaea Harbor. There they caught a dinner cruise for what I hope was a lovely romantic evening for the pair of them - Ron & Jeannie had all three kiddies for the evening. What do you do with three rambunctious kids? You drop them off at the ocean to play in the surf, of course!
Jordon and Jeffery ran in and out of the ocean, wave chasing until the Hawaiian peepees - the Hawaiian cows - came home.
|Jeannie kept an eye on the romping twins while|
toddler Gracie hangs at her side
|Still amazes me how you can practically have a whole beach for yourself|
A little girl, sitting on some drift wood shrieked, pointing at a spot on the sand. A lady picked it up, and the little girl - with all the authority of her 6 years, declared the little handful was a baby turtle; after all, it did have a shell.
Being a bit pretentious meself, I insisted it was no reptile, but a kind of crab that I've seen before in California, a mole crab or some such. The little girl assured me, I was wrong, a shell is a shell after all.
Whatever the hell it was, it was creepy!
I did not get back in the water at this lovely cove, and sadly, it's because I wasn't excited about sitting around in wet clothing for the remainder of the evening. Isn't it just plain sad when we 'grow up' and lose that 'live in the now' not in the 'eeeewww damp' world? Tsk, tsk. Must remember to grow
|The dusk, with Lanai in the distance|
|Fishermen trying for the last fish of the day at sundown|