My last trip to Hawaii was a trip of many firsts. It was the first time I had travelled to the island in the month of November and the first time I had clients-turned-friends traveling with me. Sara and Tom are big adventurers, so we decided on a day trip to Big Island’s north shore. My goal: a trek down to a secluded black sand beach.
The Kohala Coast is a tempestuous place. It is the oldest part of the island, with mysterious valleys carved out by the ocean thousands of years ago. It is a place of wild abandon, not frequented by tourists as it’s secrets are guarded by oft changing elements. Tell me about it!
Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.
What you see here is as far down the hike as we got. Obviously not a traditional travel happy ending, but hear me out. Wind whipping through my hair, watching the mist roll in and feeling the electric silence that comes before a tropical storm… this is classic Hawaii! There was something so profound about being in a place so wild, raw and untouched. You become undeniably aware of your own humanity and connection to Mother Nature. Exhilarating, powerful Earth Magic!
We are currently in the depths of a wet, dreary winter in Ontario (not a favourite for this tropical baby). Yet when I see mist and rain, my heart skips a beat and remembers a magical moment and a mysterious beach that I will one day discover.
Photo by Tom from Thomas & Sara