It is the twilight of our time in Maui. The last day has felt like a long, wistful farewell. Our son Tim and girlfriend Ashley left for Portland this morning. That left husband Jim and myself to forage by car along well traveled paths. It’s difficult for him when his knees are so bad. And I wouldn’t have had a problem continuing along on the road to Hana. But he wasn’t liking the close proximity of cars and the start of the winding roads.
Passing along the way, I could have sworn I saw pineapples growing on trees, which I know cannot be true. And yet, that’s exactly what they looked like. Why not? To me this island is magical, so a fairytale tree filled with pineapples you could pluck like apples didn’t seem too unrealistic. We also went by a zip lining turnoff. Had I been with someone who was able to do the zip line and wanted to do it, I would have for sure. I needed a “let’s do this partner!”
For while I’m comfortable being by myself – reading, writing, going to the pool; I’m not one to venture off by myself to try new things. Even poking through stores without a companion isn’t really my thing. Because of this, snorkeling in the churning surf all alone was not going to be happening.
So I bide a goodbye and big maholo to Maui for fulfilling the long held Hawaiian dream. I wish I could have done more, but I’m not disappointed by what I did get to see and do. Now tomorrow it’s on to Oahu for a few days to see things there as well as keep an eye out for a hurricane heading this way!