Maui – Part One.

I surmise it is time to start catching New Forty readers up on summer outings that have gone unreported. I have been thinking that there is so much to tell that it is almost too much.  I want to say little, but tell all that is worth telling.  As such, I think I will have to break this up into logical chunks.  I will share today the beginning (part one) of my family’s trip to Maui in August.

The discussion of a family trip to Maui in August 2014 began in late July 2013.  It was then that Sarah decided that the next family trip was the one in which she and Dusty would get married.  Seeing as they have been together over ten years and have a son and two dog children, this did not seem like a hasty decision.  By the time September rolled around rooms were booked and Sarah was shopping for a wedding dress.  After that, all there was to do was to wait for August to roll around.

As the trip grew near, the clan got more and more excited.  No one in my family had been on vacation to Maui before.  Mike had been to other locations in Hawaii very briefly while in the service, but the rest of us were Hawaii virgins.  We figured this trip would likely be a once in a lifetime trip for us.

About a week before we were to travel to Maui discussion of Hurricane Iselle and her little brother Julio (who was tagging along behind her) started heating up.  Apparently, both Iselle and Julio intended to visit Hawaii the same time as my family.  You can imagine my chagrin when I learned of these developments.  This wasn’t the once in a lifetime trip I was hoping for.   It had been decades since Hawaii had to deal with a major direct storm hit and during the one and only time I planned to visit there was talk of not one hit, but two of the most potentially damaging storms Hawaii had ever experienced.  Come on now universe, you don’t think I can hear you snickering?

We were prepared to be waylaid in Phoenix, but to our surprise we got to Honolulu and then to Maui without incident on August 8th.  In Maui there was quite a bit of wind and an obvious lack of bottled water in the stores, but the damage I saw was limited to some downed tree branches and the frazzled nerves of the locals. I was very grateful that all of Sarah’s plans were not dashed  by a hurricane (or worse, two) – that was a family story I was praying we would avoid.

  

In all, there were 17 of us in Maui – my clan (all but my two grandchildren in Canada); my ex-husband Larry and his wife Linda; Dusty’s parents and their granddaughter; and, Sarah and Dusty’s close friends Jason and Keisha.  We all stayed at a lovely property that sat right on the beach.  The balcony of the condo we stayed in had a breathtaking view.

It did not take long to get used to having my morning coffee looking at this view. The location was especially quiet and serene, particularly in the mornings.  I do so love the ocean – the sound, the smell, the sight of it – it soothes me.  I could spend a lifetime enjoying the ocean each day,  but I recognize that the cost to do so is more than I have.  Plus, I would never choose to live in a place where the kids were not nearby.  Paradise is individually defined.  As long as my kids are in North Dakota the state will be able to deliver its own slice of paradise (absent the beaches, temperate weather, and palm trees). 😉

And that is where I will leave it tonight…tomorrow the Maui vacation continues.

Day one thousand five hundred and thirty-seven of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

1 Response

  1. tim haering

    I spent 9 months at Schofield Barracks in 1979-80. But when I think of Hawaii, I think of Bette Midler as Vicky Edie singing her Hawaiian War Chant in “Divine Madness.” YOUtube’s got the whole show, but not just that song, so I cannot share that racy ditty with you. If you’re a Bette fan – another fine redhead – you probably already know the song. If … you’re … crankin up from havin lack of shackin up. et cetera et cetera et cetera. LOL. Suddenly I am the King of Siam. Can’t wait to hear the rest of the story. YOU show enormous restraint, being an emergency manager flying into the wake of a hurricane, and not a single word of shop talk. Au revoir.

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