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Kihei and South Maui with a Toddler

Kamaole Beach Park III, Kihei, Maui, Hawaii

After Hana, we traveled around the empty and rugged southern end of Maui, up over the shoulder of Haleakala and back to Kahului, where we then proceeded south to Kihei, one of the most touristified places in all of Hawaii. Our trip was winding to a close, but we came for one reason: humpback whales.

Sunset in Kihei, Maui, Hawaii

It was December, the very start of whale season on Maui, and we reservations the next afternoon with the Pacific Whale Foundation in Maalaea. I was eager to see breaching humpbacks and watch the look on Varenna’s face.

After checking in, we drove down to the Mana Kai Maui and watched a too-good-to-be-true sunset over Kaho’Olawe and Molokini Island. Melon and salmon hues covered the horizon, with the occasional spout of spray from a humpback in the bay. They were out there.

In the morning, we visited Kamaole Beach Park II for a little sand and snorkeling before driving around to Maalaea. There’s not much to Kihei. It’s nice, and the beaches are sugary and pleasant, but just a handful of decades ago, this area was empty. Virtually no town existed. So as a result, Kihei looks and feels and acts as you would expect it to — a town built completely by modern-day condo tourism.

Humpback whale off South Maui, Hawaii

The whale-watching cruise was wonderful, but we were still a little too early to see the spectacular breaching of full-grown males. We came upon a pod of four males and a female, and there appeared to be some battling going on, but it was hard to tell. The side of a whale would emerge, its massive windmill-blade of a fin would wobble in the air and then come down hard on the surface of the water. This was usually followed by a set of whale tails indicating a dive, and then silence for another 5 minutes.

The only breaching we witnessed was a baby humpback whale, which was a good 1/2-mile away. He seemed to squirt out of the water like a submerged beach ball popping through the surface.

Varenna saw this spectacle through the fog of her napless, exhausted state. But I’m not sure her mind was processing what was what. She gets a better view of a complete humpback whale when she watches Octonauts.

Keawakapu Beach, Kihei, Maui, Hawaii

Our final day began with this exchange: “Varenna, let’s get your suit on. We’re going to the beach.”

“No! I don’t like the beach!” Ahhh, traveling with a toddler.

Truth is — of course — she loves beaches. Sand is a miracle substance for 2-year-olds. It molds, it falls apart, it falls through your fingers nicely. And waves? My God! Waves are awesome. No matter how many times they attack, retreat, then attack again, it never gets old. They’re like a knock-knock joke on repeat.

Swimming off Keawakapu Beach, Kihei, Maui, Hawaii

But toddlers will find a way to say “no,” especially when you are living out of a suitcase and everything is time sensitive.

So we reminder her of sand and how you can draw in it with your finger, got her suit on, and proceeded to Keawakapu Beach, where the water was calm enough for her float in the waves with her mom and grandparents. Bobbing in the water out there, with the perfect blue sky and idyllic backdrop of paddleboarders, occasional humpback whale spouts and the hulking slopes of Haleakala … not bad. This is why Kihei is worth it.

Swimming off Keawakapu Beach, Kihei, Maui, Hawaii

Our final stop of the trip was Polo Beach, which fronts the Four Seasons in Wailea just south of Kihei. We had a flight to catch at night, so keeping ourselves unsandy (if that’s the word) would have been nice, but how can you resist? Just as we all arrived on the crowded, sugary sands, a small commotion occurred. Everyone was pointing out at sea, and there, about a 1/2-mile from shore, was a massive whale tail slapping the surface of the sea repeatedly. It was a mother, showing her calf how its done. A smaller whale tail could be seen next to her, clumsily trying to do the same thing.

Why humpback whales “lobtail” like this isn’t fully known. It could be non-verbal communication to other whales (although their voices carry further), it could be a sign of aggression, or it could be a feeding practice which causes panic among prey and forces them to ball-up into tighter formation so the whale can have an easier time feeding.

Who knows, but it was a spectacular way to wave goodbye to us.

Polo Beach Park, Wailea, Maui, Hawaii

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The Best Beach on Maui: Hamoa Beach

Family on Hamoa Beach, near Hana, Maui

To me, the beauty of a beach lies in its circumstance. It’s not the fineness of the sand, or the amenities, or the people-watching. It’s whether the beach has a wild side to it — that’s where the appeal lies for me. Clinging to the edge of a landmass — the lone barrier from the inhospitable ocean — a great beach for me is more akin with a wilderness lake in the mountains than a local neighborhoods pool. I want to sit there, alone with my thoughts, the concussive waves and the whispering wind — and feel the majesty of nature.

On Maui, Hamoa Beach is that beach for me. Continue reading

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Staying at Travaasa Hana: Sea Ranch Cottages

Sunrise over the Hana coast, Travaasa Hana, Maui, Hawaii

Here are some more images of Travaasa Hana and its beautiful grounds. The resort is divided into two parts: the main area (where the lobby, restaurant, lounge, spa, art gallery and the Garden View Suites are) and the Sea Ranch Cottages, a more exclusive area where luxury cabins trickle down a hillside to the wild coastline. On our first morning, this is where I headed for sunrise, and I was treated to an extraordinary scene. Continue reading

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Staying at Travaasa Hana: Garden View Suites

Travaasa Hana Resort Hotel, Maui

In 2003, shortly after a crazy wedding that included a bridesmaid going into labor at our rehearsal dinner (and her husband, the best man/my brother, rushing her away to deliver their first born), my wife Hailey and I headed to Hawaii for our honeymoon. We had initially considered Trinidad & Tobago, but when a travel agent specializing in T&T told us to go to Hawaii instead (thereby giving up any hope of a commission), we saw it as a sign: This place really must live up to the hype.

Still high off the pura vida of a 2002 trip to Costa Rica, I insisted we focus on the wet sides of the Big Island and Maui. I was fascinated by jungles, wanted nothing more than to see waterfalls, and was happy to dodge the crowds and trade in postcard beach scenes for rocky coastlines and black-sand. I was also, sadly, going through a tropical shirt phase thanks to a sale at Mervyn’s. (Yes, I just wrote that).

Long story short, we ended up spending five nights at the Palms Cliff House north of Hilo, and four nights at the Hotel Hana Maui, now rebranded as the Travaasa Hana. It was time to return, family in tow, and reconnect with the rugged coastline and end-of-the-earth splendor of Hana. Continue reading

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How to Photograph the Hana Highway

The Hana Highway, Maui, Hawaii

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Running 42 miles from Paia to Hana, the Hana Highway is considered one of the top scenic byways in America. But I think that’s misleading. It’s not really a highway, and “scenic” doesn’t do it justice.

Frequently, two lanes become one, and for several stretches, 15 miles an hour seems too fast. Blind curves segue into fleeting waterfall views, and for nearly its whole stretch, dense tropical forest enshrouds the steep hills. In fact, I’d bet that if the Hawaii Department of Transportation left the highway alone for a month, the forest would swallow the pavement. From start to finish, its wild, unkempt, and wonderfully free of everything that defines the rest of Maui.

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A Big Bust: Photographing Haleakala National Park

Haleakala National Park, Maui, Hawaii

Any travel photographer worth their salt can still create great images in terrible conditions: Low light, rain, overcast, smog … volcanic fog. Right?

Let’s just say sometimes things don’t go as well as you hoped. Continue reading

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Varenna on Lake Como: The Little Village We Love

Varenna on Lake Como, Italy

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We sat under an umbrella, our table decorated with two glasses of wine and a plate of bruschetta. It was 2005, and this was my first visit to Italy … my first journey anywhere in Europe. We had arrived in Milan that morning, boarded a train, and immediately made our way north to Lake Como and a little village Rick Steves had gushed about named Varenna.

On the brick-lined shore before us, a father was teaching his two daughters how to skip stones. The warm, hazy sun gave the colorful village the appearance of a melted watercolor, and one of us — I can’t remember who — said to the other “Varenna would be a nice name for a little girl, wouldn’t it?”

Almost five years later, Varenna Autumn Day was born. Now almost 3, she has a lightness, a sense of humor, and a sweet innocence that illuminates my every day. And despite the times people ask how to spell her name, or mix it up and pronounce it Ver-EE-na, or confuse it with Verona or Ravenna, we still feel like we knocked it out of the park with her name. This town — with its vivid colors, wizard hat campanile, hilltop castle and compact lakeside location where the buildings seem to hug one another — is officially on the highest pedestal of any place I’ve ever been. Continue reading

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Morning in La Morra, Italy

La Morra, Italy

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Fresh off sunrise in the magnificent Langhe Hills, we arrived among the familiar hills of La Morra. Now that the sun was shining and we had genuine baby-blue skies to photograph, there was no question where I wanted to go for a do-over. Il Cedro del Libano.

Cedar tree and La Morra, Italy

Standing 50-feet tall atop a vine-covered mound, the Cedar of Lebanon had become the icon of La Morra for us. You see it immediately as you approach from Alba. Its stateliness demands attention; its manicured perfection belongs in a massive picture frame hung on a large wall.   Continue reading

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Morning in the Langhe Hills, Piedmont, Italy

Rodello, Piedmont, Italy

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October 16, 2012. The final of seven full days in Italy. The next day, we would be off on an early morning flight home from Malpensa Airport, back to the joys of parenthood, the travails of work, the slow and creeping descent into winter. Back to reality.

And yet both of us woke up extra sick. Sore throat, congestion … the antithesis of romance in one of the most romantic landscapes we’ve ever visited. Oh well. We couldn’t complain, because the overnight rain had done something quite remarkable: it killed the fog. Continue reading

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And Then, There Is Barbaresco

Wine in Barbaresco, Italy

Italy is flush with rivalries. There’s rivalries of the football sort — Roma vs. Lazio, Inter vs. AC Milan — and there are rivalries of ancient carnage and political power — think Florence vs. Siena, and in this corner of Piedmont, Asti vs. Alba.

Then there are rivalries of wine, where battle lines aren’t drawn between winemakers as much as they are drawn by wine enthusiasts.

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