February 8, 2013
A couple of months ago, my mom called and said, “We’re going to Maui the first week of February, want to come?” And I thought, what’s the point of being self-employed if I can’t drop everything and go to Maui for a week? So I did.
Okay, I know that doesn’t look like Maui, but it is. It’s Haleakala, the highest point and the volcano that makes up the eastern half of the island. Last erupted in 1790 and still considered active. You can actually see cinder cones and old lava flows in the valley.
This is probably more like what you expect Maui to look like.
One of the very cool things about Maui this time of year: it’s where most of the northern Pacific’s humpback whales winter over, have their babies, mate, etc. What this means is, pick a spot along the southwest coast, bring your binoculars — and you will see whales. Breaching, tailing over, spouting, fin slapping, everything. Dozens of them. It’s amazing. I did a couple of days of diving, and watched whales from the dive boat as we went out through Ma’alaea Bay. I was secretly hoping to see whales underwater, but it turns out that’s really rare. However, I did hear them singing. It sounded a little like someone tuning a ham radio in the next room. Or like listening to a conversation I couldn’t quite make out.
It’s an alien world, underwater. I love it.