This is where the journey is the emphasis, not the destination. Be sure and get the tape/book to know where the hidden waterfalls, black sand beaches, flora and faunta are located. TAKE YOUR TIME. Stop and hike awhile. ENJOY the spectacular views. Hairpin curves are not for those prone to car sickness. With its 54 one-lane bridges, 600 turns, this is not a trip for those in a hurry either. Sudden glimpses over 500 ft. ocean cliffs, the rugged coastline clinging to treacherous roads, swirling back to cross jungled ridges and ravines, groves of rainbow eucalyptus tangled into the landscape, are sure to enliven your senses. At Waianapanapa there is a pool that seasonally turns blood red. Scientists claim the phenomenon is caused by the appearance of thousands of tiny shrimp, but the Hawaiians offer their own version of a jealous love. A cruel chief brutelly murdered his wife because he believed her to be having an affair with his brother. The pool turned red with her blood , as it does once a year to this day.
We stopped for a late lunch at Hotel Hana Maui, an exclusive resort situated on 66 landscaped acres on the east coast, recently visited by President Clinton and his entournage. Built in 1946, cottage-style rooms overlook private gardens. A terrific gift shop, don't miss it! We were so bent on arriving, we missed alot, next time, I would stay overnight here and not rush back. We saw Limdbergh's grave and tiny adjoining country church. He lived out the final years of this life here, reclusive, on 5 acres beside the sea. He planned his own funeral, with rough hewn eucalptus for his coffin and he wanted to be put in it barefoot. The headstone was to be of grey Vemont granite, of a size too big to be carried off by souvenier hunters, and the scripture verse accompaning him into eternity reads, "if I take the wings of morning and dwell in the uttermost part of the sea, even there Your wings will guard me...Psalms 139.