20 degrees in 20 minutes

On our weekly trip to Hapuna Beach, we drive through Waimea on the north shoulder of Mauna Kea. Waimea is at 2600 ft., and it's quite cool and rainy there this season, with temperatures around 68° -70° F. It's takes us 20 minutes to drive down from Waimea to the beach, and by the time we get there the temperature has gone up 88° - 90° F.

From long-sleeves to swim trunks in five tunes on the radio; that's my kind of topography.

 Mauna Kea 14,000 ft above sea level, as seen from Pahoa. Yes, that's snow. Hmmm, should I go skiing?

Hapuna Beach - 0 ft. above sea level

Boat!

 

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Part of the chaotic fun of Isaac Hales is that boat ramp.

It has a great big sign on it forbidding swimming. Everybody ignores it.

But it is an active ramp, serving mainly fishing boats, so every time a boat comes in--either being slipped into the water on its way in, or coming in from the ocean to get pulled out--everybody starts yelling "Boat! Boat!" If you're swimming in the boat ramp pool, you need to get out; if you're out waiting for a wave on which to board or surf, you have to clear a lane.

Getting a boat in or out is tricky, but bringing one in is kind of insane. The waves roll in strong here on a mild day; they're ferocious on a blustery day. Boats have to come in fast so that they don't get pushed around by the wave, and then they have to pull an incredibly short, tight right turn in order to tuck into the ramp pool without getting pushed onto the rocks that lie straight ahead.

Boats going out have to do a reverse turn-around and go to full power in a second in order to keep away from the same rock and to power through the incoming waves. Both would take far more skill than I have; watching the crews do this made me think of you, Jim Mason. It'd be a boating challenge you'd relish.

The really insane part, though, is the fact that the water is full of people. All the swimmers vacate the ramp pool, true, but a huge number of boarders and surfers remain all over the place. Every time I've seen a boat go through, I am amazed that nobody gets run over.

The Local

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We've started going to Isaac Hales Beach Park, which is about fifteen minutes away from our place going east along the Kalapana-Kapoho coast road.

We love the vibe there. It's a local free-for-all, with tons of people coming down in the late afternoons during the week and all day on the weekends, spreading out across the parking lot in big family clumps, talking, yelling, BBQing, and fishing off the breakwater.

Volcano-heated hot springs (in the clump of trees to in the right of the image below) leak into the edge of the pool created by the boat ramp, creating a mixture of cool sea-water and hot fresh water.  The current and wave action constantly changes the temperature gradient in different spots.

If you go around the breakwater into the little cove, you'll find great waves. Boarders and surfers are bobbing about out there, talking to each other and occasionally catching waves. The whole scene is like going to a local park at home on a hot, sunny day, except with water sports instead of Frisbee and soccer and basketball.

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It's not called The Big Island for nothing

 

This is my favorite image of the Big Island, as it throws the crazy geography here into relief:

• you can get from sea-level to Mauna Kea, at 13,803 ft, in less than two hours.
• the latitudinal differences in vegetation between the dry, west side and the wet, east side, caused by trade winds blowing from the northeast to the southwest--the windward parts getting tons of rain; the leeward parts get very little rain.
• the longitudinal differences in volcanism between the still active south and southeast shore & the long-dormant north shore. Kohala and Mauna Kea at the top are extinct and dormant; Hualālai on the west side is active but hasn't erupted since 1801; Mauna Loa and Kīlauea on the bottom are both active, with Kīlauea causing the most trouble in recent memory.
• recent lava flows--all those scorched looking sections. We're living just to the right of the flows you can see at on the southeast shore that form an 'n'.

They only come out at night...

Sitting on the lania (veranda) at the place outside of Pāhoa, I recorded the fantastic cacophony of gecko, insect and who-knows-what-else sounds that surrounds us every night. Here's a low-fi sample.

There are no smaller sets.

 

  This is not video from my adventure, but it does give an idea of what 10 - 15 foot waves are like.

Hawaii Lesson #219
In which I am schooled in the ways of the wave the morning after a magnitude 8 earthquake hits the shore on the opposite side of the ocean.

I was at Kehana Wednesday morning. I took my run and could see from the road that the waves were big, but the ocean in general wasn't as rough as I've seen it there. So I went on down to the shore, walked past and said hi to several of the naked wizards stretching everything and their wands into the sunlight, and changed into my swim trunks. There were a couple of women at the water's edge. I joined them and we all stood there and watched the waves roll in. They looked even bigger now, some getting up to 15 feet trough to tip. It looked challenging, but doable, and fun.

So I went in.

It took a couple of run ups to get the timing right. The break here is super short, so you have to time your entry just right. If you go too soon, you get out just far enough to get crashed by the breaking wave. If you go too late, the water has already started to recede and there’s not enough of it to swim into. You have to run up just as the wave has crested, and then dive through it to get into the deep water on the other side.

It took a few minutes for a less crazy set to come in. Finally, I ran up, hesitated a bit as it wasn’t clear I had timed it right, thought 'screw it', and dove in just as it broke above me.

I was through.

It was amazing being in waves that big. I swam out a bit. The short break meant that I only had to go about a swimming pool length out into the water to get to the big swells. This made me happy. I’ve discovered that if I have to go much further into the open ocean I get agoraphobic and/or thalassophobic; I like my swimming spots small, with visible shore on all sides.

But the waves...they were peaking so high I was swimming up to the crest and flying off the other side. Hell of a ride. One of the women came in after I did, and we talked about how these were the biggest waves we'd ever been in. They were towering over us; looking up them was like being on the ground floor of a two story building, right at the door, and staring up at the roof as it leaned over and fell on top of you. We bobbed and paddled and flew around and generally behaved like drunken seals for about fifteen minutes.

And then we tried getting back to the beach.

Now, the last time I was truly afraid in the water was also in Hawaii, off the coast of Kauai in 1998. Then, though, I was far from shore and got caught in a current running parallel to the beach and pushing me towards a nasty rocky spur. The fear came then because I became nearly exhausted from trying to battle across that current into the shore. Luckily, the current faded before I reached the rocks, and I was eventually able to swim back in.

Back in the present, I'm starting to get reminded of Kauai. I recognize this is not a good sign.

At Kehana Beach, the deadly problem is a mean rip current. There's always a rip current there, but Wednesday it was magnified several fold. Now, the usual way to escape a strong rip current is to swim to the left or right parallel to the shore, get outside of it and head back to the beach in less vigorous water. The problem at Kehana is that the rip current corridor is hemmed in by a set of low rock cliffs on the west side and a ton of large underwater boulders on the east side; getting tumbled by surf this big into either one would gift you with—at least—lacerations and broken bones.

So, there's really no room to swim up or down beach to get out of the corridor. And so there’s no room to escape the rip current. I realize this, belatedly. I begin to understand another big difference between then and now--the roughness of the water. In Kauai, it had been very calm with small waves, which is a big part of the reason I got lulled into going out so far. But here the sea was anything but smooth; it was choppy with countless little pulses and mini-swells in between the monsters. I was starting to have trouble getting a clear breath. I was tired, though not terribly tired, but the extra effort it was taking for me to keep my mouth far enough out of the choppy water was starting to take it's toll, and I was often gulping in liquid along with air.

This has never happened to me before.

My swimming companion wasn't doing much better, and says to me, "I don't know how I'm going to get out of this onto the beach". I say, "We have to wait for a smaller set." She looks behind me (I was looking towards her towards shore) and she says, "There are no smaller sets".

The short break at Kehana causes a problem getting out, as well, particularly in these large waves. Again, it’s a timing issue. Heading back in, the difficulty is that you have a very narrow zone in which to wait for the right incoming wave. If you’re out too far, the rip current stops your forward momentum in its tracks and it's insanely tiring to try swimming against it. If you’re in too close, and you get pushed over the rip current by a wave and that wave then breaks over or just behind you, you’ll get tumbled, hard—in these waves, broken-bones-and-concussion hard. Or knocked unconscious.

You have to swim in right on the back of the wave, lifting you up over the rip current, sort of step-push through it as it breaks, and hope that your feet touch sand. Too soon, and you get tumbled. Too late, you get sucked back out. And, in order to time it right, you have to tread water in a narrow zone out of reach of the rip tide but in far enough to catch the backside of the wave.

Wednesday, that zone seemed to be only about one body-length wide.

I’m thinking about all this—though nowhere near as linearly as described—as I turn around to watch for a smaller, saner set. My comrade is right; there are none. We see several that look relatively mild, but then the swells close to within twenty feet from us and they transform as if God Himself hit the zoom button—thicker, higher, steeper, up up up, and it’s like, nope, nope, nope.

This goes on for another ten minutes, and I realize that, now, I am getting tired, and I’m definitely taking in too much water. I decide I’d rather risk an almost certain bad tumble due to bad timing than an almost certain drowning due to staying out much longer. I yell at my comrade, “We gotta go in on the next set.” She shakes her head OK. We watch.

One wave; na-ah. Two waves; out of your mind. On the third wave, I turn again to her and say, “We have to go.”  She looks past me and says, “I can’t; it’s too big.” I can feel the ocean starting to lift behind me. I yell, “We MUST go now!” and start swimming.

I get lucky. I time it well, pass through the crest and ride the back of a big-but-not-monstrous wave in, and then somehow find enough energy to push myself forward through the crashing surf. The next thing I am clearly conscious of is the feeling of pebbles and hard sand as stretch my toes out to find a bottom.

Rarely have I felt so relieved.

The next clear thought is ‘I hope to God that there isn’t a monster wave right behind that one, because if there is I’m going to get crushed and/or sucked back out.” And I knew, and I mean I knew, I was doomed if that happened. I pushed against the backwash running down from the beach; it was like walking through freshly poured cement.

Again, lucky: no wave came for a few moments and I managed to get to where the out-rushing water was just around my ankles.

I looked back for my comrade, thinking that if she was still out there I needed to yell for help from the people on the shore, several clusters of whom had been watching all of this for the last fifteen minutes or so. She must’ve come in on the same wave, though, as she was about ten feet behind me. We made eye contact and she yelled, “I can’t make it in”; she was still up to her hips in water, and the out-rush was pushing hard against her. I, with my eye on the next set building up behind her already, yelled back “You have to!” and started towards her to see if I could grab her hand. I was sure that I myself was going to get pushed back into the water.

Luck came calling a third time, this time in the form of a small pulse that came in ahead of that next wave, pushing her forward into shin-high water. She stepped a few times, quickly, and was mostly out of the surf next to me. We ran six or so steps up the beach, turned around to make sure we were clear, looked at each other, eyes wide, gave each other a high five, said “We’re alive!”, and both promptly collapsed.

After a few minutes, one of the naked wizards came up to me and said “Man, we were drawing straws up here to see who was going to try saving you two. Nobody wanted to get into this water. Thanks for keeping us dry.”

You are welcome, Gandalf, you are welcome.

Down to the water

Waimanalo Beach, from our trip to Oahu. Perfect sand, water temperature.

Detonation boulevard. Bang bang.

One morning's run in the Nanawale Estate's backways.

In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel

Z & E rockin' the lava at Kalapana.

Staring at the Sea

E on a small beach just to the east of Kehana Beach.

broken bottles fall on black sandy beaches

This morning I started including a swim in my morning run/walks, looping down to Kehana Beach. It's often a bit scary to look at--short, short beach break and high swells coming in behind. This morning it was the calmest I've seen it, so I decided to take the plunge. It is lovely to float in those swells, the biggest I've been in. 

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You make me feel succulent.

The neighbors succulent row. I didn't know that many types of succulent existed. Isn't it fun to say 'succulent'? Succulent, succulent, succulent...

Rainbows have nothing to hide

On my morning run/walk, I came across this rainbow arcing up over the Kalapana road. It was amazingly close...the color bands were actually in front of the trees about a hundred yards in front of me, and it was like looking at the leaves through a filter. 

The end (beginning) of the rainbow, on the left, ended in the trees above Kehana beach. I went down to the beach, looking for a pot of gold. There was none. 

Hi-res | Panorama

Off To Paradise

Aloha!
Due to popular demand --plus a healthy (?) dose of paranoia about posting our kids' pictures on Facebook-- we're starting a blog of our Hawaiian adventure.  This blog is a place where our family and friends can check in on us and see photos, video and our commentary on what we are doing and seeing here in Paradise.

For those of you who don't know, in January Jason began a six-month sabbatical and we decided to spend the time in Hawaii because it has warm beaches and a lot of people who look like Jason. We chose to go to the Big Island, as our research indicated that it is the least touristy and most family-friendly.  We decided that we'd stay in a few different places (homes and towns) so that in the event that we didn't like one, we wouldn't feel stuck.  In fact, we only booked for the first three months. So it's very possible that we'll be sleeping on a beach come May!

One awesome thing is that our airplane tickets, all four of them, were bought with frequent flyer points! And to make it even more amazing, we managed to squeeze in a stopover in San Francisco, one of our favourite places in the world where some of our favourite people live.

We had a terrific time in San Francisco. We stayed with our cool, generous friends Carl and Susannah and their 9-year-old twins.  The weather was beautiful --uncannily so, as there has been no rain in the city for months. Susannah, Antje and I took a vigorous walk up Twin Peaks (and then Susannah and I did it again --Fitbit says we did 70 flights of stairs!). We took the kids to the zoo, and the Exploratorium.  Susannah and Carl opened their house up on to lots of visitors, so we got to see almost everyone. Zachariah concluded, "That was the best five days of my life!"

At the airport when we arrived...

At the ExplOratorium...
Elijah plays the Man with the Lightbulb Head.

Zachariah and Mella soaking up the San Francisco sun

 Wow, posting video takes forever! I gotta figure out a different way to do this, or I will never post!