With gracious help from Auntie Shanna, we escaped to Hana on the Winter Solstice for an exceptionally rare overnight date.
Heavenly Hana. Even with its continual rain, this legendary paradise delivers a full dose of romance with every visit. Dining over local fare, the full moon rose from the ocean through silver-lined clouds and swaying palm trees. A beacon of light on this darkest day of the year. We soaked in a moonlit sauna, then returned to our yurt where gentle waves lulled us into a deep slumber.
A constant rain the next morning sent us in search of sun. At the end of a windy side road down to Nihaku, we found sunlight along with giant waves crashing into a jet black shore.
We also randomly ran into a French family that Bunny had met on Baby Beach a few days earlier while I was off on an upcountry bike ride. Being a fellow bicycling fanatic, Bunny encouraged me to contact the French father, but it wasn't until Nihaku that we connected. Within minutes of meeting, a ride was planned the next morning to Haleakala Crater - a climb so grueling that I never would have considered it on my own. The summit was covered by a cold, dense fog, but here's what it looks like on a clear day :~)
And here's some more pic's of our Mele Kalikimaka with the Maui Ohana.
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