Dusting off the keys after a few months of silence, it is time to post about our summer cruises here in Hawaii. Laysan and crew are all well and have a few stories to tell since our Pacific crossing. Kathleen and I have restarted the work mode, Sarah returns to UT Austin, Julia ventures to Argentina as a WWOOFer, and Connor jumps back into Punahou for his Junior year. But this summer, we were out there, and that was just great.
After Julia’s graduation festivities in June, the lines were loosed and Laysan idled out for two weeks of exploring eastward.
First to Molokai at Hale o Lono for long beach walks, then to Kaunakakai harbor to do the night walk into town for fresh bread.
On a seemingly mild day, we crossed south to Lanai. However, building wind and seas on the beam followed us until we rounded the lee side of the island where the wind picked up to 40 knot gusts. Like a giant Bernoulli effect the smooth island was accelerating the wind enough that I think the entire land mass may just elevate magically someday. After ripping the main sail in furtive furling attempts, we hunkered into Kamalapau harbor as the wind eased.
The old barge harbor had a nice reef and a flotsam beach complete with a lava tube that belched vapor with a roar. Everyone squealed when we stood on the dragon’s upper lip as the big Mo’o went off.
A small cruising sail boat, Altair, arrived later with a father and son that became good friends with stories to share over dinner. Christian is a solo sailor on a few year Pacific loop, and his father, Ralph was visiting during the Hawaii phase. We would see Altair again and again over the summer and hope to visit them in Washington someday.
We mosey over to Manele Bay, and set up in the small marina with a five star resort nearby, including 20$ hamburgers. The buzz was all about the Oracle CEO buying the island, but the marina depth of 6′ won’t hold his America’s Cup yacht. That may change.
With a dolphin escort, we crossed over to Maui to visit our friends Penny and Steve. Multiple failed anchoring attempts in the mooring field off Lahaina led us to the Mala wharf area for sand and good holding. Connor made multiple night runs in the dinghy through the anchorage, ferrying folks back and forth, until it was time to head off again.
Honolua Bay on the west end of Maui is a quiet beautiful bay in the summer, and we stayed for days swinging on the hook. Everyone went scuba diving along the reef edge and hiking up the green valley. A few tourist catamarans would bring in snorkelers during the afternoon, but the evenings were dark and quiet, with just another cruising boat from France as company.
Eventually it is always time to head home, so we cross the Pailolo channel and cruise along the north shore of Molokai. En route, we trolled until we caught a good 10 lb skipjack tuna near Kalaupapa. Nice views of the magnificent 1500′ sea cliffs and the old Hansens colony I worked at years ago. If we had more time, I would stop and see a few of the old patients still living there. Much different trolling by at 6 knots, than when I would roar out of their short airstrip in our Baron. Different days, for sure.
By late evening, we had tied up again at Waikiki Yacht Club and another good cruise was behind us. Sunset rituals were accomplished and gradually the family dispersed into a month of home duties before our next outing in August.