Rain or Shine Beaches
James Mitchner wrote that
Hamoa Beach in Hana is the "most perfect stretch of sand in all of the Pacific." He went on to explain that "the only beach I’ve ever seen that looks like the South Pacific was in the North Pacific." Indeed, Hamoa Beach is a lovely strand. Cloud cover only meant I could sit longer in the sand without risking sun damage. The incessant rain dampened only my paperback, not my spirits. Were it not for the risk of loosing my story’s climax in a pulpy water-soaked mass, I’d have lasted here all day. The Hotel Hana-Maui serves snacks and drinks at the beach, but be sure to order before real hunger strikes as the service is Hana-style slow.
Another great beach to consider visiting in rain or shine is the secret "red sand beach" located steps from our Sea Ranch accommodations. The hotel staff will not give directions since the beach is adjacent to private property. But friends gave us the "local scoop." You can find Red Sand Beach by taking the walking path at the far end of the Sea Ranch cottages at the end of the gravel lane that fronts the community center that passes by an old Japanese graveyard. Follow the trail carefully down to the sea, over the rocks and you will find not only a red beach but clothing-optional nature lovers enjoying this unusual and rare sand. Again, this activity is better enjoyed during fair weather - when the rocks are more stable and anoraks not requierd.
The sea was also relentless during our stay, restricting water sport options. Kayaking, snorkeling and even ocean swims - typical Hana highlights - were strictly verboten due to the rough seas. Luckily for us we had a beautiful heated pool with an infinity vista at the Hotel Hana where we joined other guests to take advantage of the warm waters and hot tub even in the downpour.
Man-made Marvels
On the third day we cried "uncle." We needed a change of scenery. Even the ever-lovely ‘Alau island lying in a mystical halo outside our window with its few lonely palm trees (planted by two brothers in commemoration of their safe return from WWII) risked loosing its luster if we didn’t focus elsewhere - and soon.
After a lunch at the Ranch restaurant, we browsed around the
Hasegawa General Store , made famous by countless covers of the song named for the establishment. As the only real variety store this side of Kahului, you can find nearly anything you need here from fishing tackle to Revlon eyeliner, organic greens to Rit dye. Although the shops’ bumper sticker cheekily reads, "Neiman Marcus, Bloomingdale’s, Saks Fifth Avenue and Hasegawa," don’t expect to find a Prada bag here. Do expect to find old-world treasures while digging through plenty unusual Hawaiiana treats and rummage-sale worthy paraphernalia. From insect repellant to sunscreen, Hasegawa has you covered with ponchos, rain hats, flashlights and anything else the weather may inspire.
Natural Wonders
Soon we were anxious to explore Hana’s more natural wonders. The Waianapanapa State Park and Caves is one of the area’s most visited and amazing sights. The foul weather only enhanced the rugged vista as gigantic waves hurled themselves alongside lava formations while the renown blowhole exploded upwards of a hundred feet, the wind carrying the spray several hundred more. Bracing against the onshore winds, we hiked the little trail leading to the caves but decided not to go in.
Why not? The legend of the caves was too haunting and tragic for a couple celebrating their anniversary. It was here that King Ka’akea, a fierce warrior and jealous husband, located his runaway bride in her hiding place and killed her in cold blood. Each spring millions of red shrimp transform the waters surrounding the cave into red pools, perpetuating the legend for future generations.
Lazy Day Browsing and a "Mall"
Heading to happier thoughts and drier climes, we raced back to the car, turned up the heat to dry our soggy clothes and drove the shoreline road past the Naborly Farms (owned by singer Jim Nabors.) We browed around the Kaia Ranch Tropical Gardens where rain drops clung briefly to petals before the next cloud burst. We ended up stopping at the Hana Road "mall," a collection of open-air shacks housing a gallery, gift vendors, and a rough hewn barbeque listed as one of Hana’s five main eateries just outside of town.
Whoo, that meat is smoky!
Like the salty, intense smoke flavor of pork unearthed from an imu pit, Up in Smoke’s sandwiches and pulled pork varieties are wicked. Not in the mood for such an overpowering flavor so early in the day, I opted for a simple hotdog. But it, too, was oversized, smoke flavored and smothered with slow-simmered sauerkraut. Indulge at your own risk, for even though the lunch tasted good going down, it turned out to be a questionable option for the tumultuous ride to Hana.
The driving rains stopped us in our tracks down one lonesome road where we attempted to rescue a young couple trapped on the other side of a washout. But they decided not to risk it and assured us they’d be happy in their imposed isolation until the runoff slowed enough to cross the stream. This same sort of road closure kept us from experiencing the Ohe`o Gulch, also known as the Seven Sacred Pools, one of Hana’s premiere attractions.
Hana Culture
One additional rainy day stop was the Hana Cultural Center museum, a collection of recreated hales (pre-contact living structures) similar to those on display in Lahaina’s Hale Kahiko. In addition to the cooking, craft and sleeping hales, the Hana museum also has a little clapboard "jail" an obvious post-contact addition that is still used as the county court. Inside the tiny museum building visitors find many examples of tools and treasures from Hawaii’s early days.
As for Hana’s "culture," it is very similar to any isolated, rugged, rural cowboy town. Residents all seem to know one another and each other’s business and are therefore highly forgiving. Everyone seems capable of entertaining themselves and others with musical instrument, storytelling, dancing or singing. Since there is no movie theater, DVD rentals at the Hana General store are popular, as are the monthly free movies in the ballpark and $6 potluck suppers. Tutu’s at the harbor, has the town’s best fast food - it is the area's only fast food unless you count the walk-up counter at the Hana Ranch.
In a town such as this rain is no more an obstacle than isolation and lack of development. Browse about or park yourself anywhere and watch the locals do their thing - which is a whole lot of fascinating nothing at all. Traipse carefully down a streambed, take a long nap, wander through a cave, embrace the wind.
Hana just isn’t the place where you worry about getting wet. Or anything else, for that matter.