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by Kate C
August 3, 2006
From journal Honeymoon on Maui
June 14, 2006
From journal Maui Family Vacation 2006
April 18, 2005
From journal Week in Maui for Our Anniversary
July 29, 2003
From journal Maui, Hi
May 1, 2003
Coming from Napili, just past the 30 mile marker, take a left on Office Road. At the bend where Office Road becomes Lower Honoapiilani Road, turn right under a concrete footbridge and park in the small lot adjacent to one of the big lawns of Kapalua. Take a five minute stroll between the lawn and golf course to Makalua-puna Point and Dragon's Teeth, a strange jagged lava formation bleached white and etched by years of salt spray. Quite an interesting sight. When you walk to and from your car, note the signs asking you to respect the native Hawaiian burial areas nearby. The Ritz Carlton was originally supposed to be located there but their minds were changed after they had unearthed 900 graves. What were they thinking?
Go back out Office Road to Highway 30 and proceed on the scenic, curvy road past Honolua Bay (a great snorkeling spot when it's calm). The views are great along here, but don't forget to keep your eyes on the road! There are several pullouts to admire the vistas.
About a half mile past the 38 mile marker, park at a wide turnout bounded by several rounded bolders. Head about 1200 feet and 200 feet down towards the ocean to the Nakalele Blowhole. When the currents are strong, as they were the day we were there, the blowhole can shoot spray 80 feet into the air. Take your video camera as it's kind of hard to predict exactly when it will shoot out. I had a hard time capturing a good still shot with my digital camera but I got some great video. It was hard to tell which was roaring louder - the wind, the blowhole or the ocean. A truly spectacular spot. Use common sense when deciding how close to get to the blowhole - there's no fence here to protect you from your own bad judgement like at some other blowhole locations in Hawaii (the one near Poipu on Kauai comes to mind).
If you're feeling brave, continue the drive all the way to Central Maui. It's spectacular and very different from the Hana Highway. But watch out for the locals - since this road isn't as heavily traveled by tourists, the locals tend to drive on this road like maniacs. At one point, I had a fully loaded dump truck tailgating me so closely, I could see the drivers missing teeth in my rearview mirror. I pulled over and he zoomed by me at least 20 miles an hour over the speed limit. At another time, a local in a beater pick up came around a curve at me in my lane! Yee-ha! We later heard sirens headed up the road. We could only hope that one of these maniacs hadn't claimed an innocent victim.
From journal Maui - Kihei vs. Kaanapali
by smmmarti guide
June 1, 2002
Soon enough hubby realized he’d met a dead end as no one but an expert climber or fool would make their way past the next outcropping. We headed up and over the ridge to find the jeep trail; a nearly flat and compacted dirt road where another set of hikers tramped merrily along. By then my knees were noodley, as much from the intense winds that threatened my balance, as by the frightful vision of that stone that might have been me splashing into the waters below.
This time I took the road less traveled and veered up another rock cropping assuming a vantage point that was safely not on the water’s direct edge. I wanted to see whether or not the Blowhole was spouting before I began the long climb down the cliff. Gazing mauka from my vantage point, I noticed what hikers do not like to see, especially after something’s made their legs noodly...a car. Pulling right up to the point was another place to park.
But since the fun was in this journey, I meandered down to where determination had taken me from the start. I sat near the ocean’s edge but from another cliff while my husband took the camera to the very opening of the blowhole. That way, when it spouted I would catch the action from this more distant point of reference. Unfortunately, there was nothing blowing but the wind this day.
Training my left eye on the blowhole and my right on a pair of gorgeous seabirds, I battled the wind and tried to steady the camera to capture the amazing antics of the birds. They sailed and stalled, effortlessly using the wind to their advantage, making a game of their gift of flight, their long split tail feathers fluttering in the wind, their bodies resembling paper airplanes. They would fly over the ocean then turn abruptly toward the rocky ledge and their nests, coming in with such speed that you’d surely think they’d crash into the rocks. Instead, they somehow - miraculously - put on bird versions of reverse thrusters and lighted ever so gracefully like butterflies onto a flower.
My fascination with the birds was broken when my left eye caught a vision. Water! A six foot spout, emerging from the blowhole just as my husband had abandoned his watch and turned his back on the action. The wind absorbed my calls for my husband's attention. It was gone.
We decided to follow the jeep trail back to the car discovering it was a rather easy walk after all. We met another couple at the parking lot who asked us what to expect. It’s like anything else, we told them, it all depends on how you approach it.
From journal Maui - Hikes and Upcountry Delights