According to owner Lori Tanigawa, the menu at Hamura’s Saimin Stand hasn’t changed much since her grandparents began selling saimin out of their car in 1951.
After you pay the meager $5 entrance fee, begin the short, quarter-mile walk to Kilauea Lighthouse. It’s been closed for restoration for some time now, but it’s back open for the public to enjoy. This would be my first time back in ten years.
My Big Hero 6 Moment
It’s November 2014 and I had let myself go. An estimated 35% of Americans are obese, with 3 of 4 men in the United States being overweight. I was now a part of this statistic, as confirmed by the tall mirror in my bedroom and my primary care physician. Something needed to change and I needed to find the motivation to change it.
For Hawaiians in old Hawaii, Pu’uhonua O Honaunau was considered to be a place of refuge. It was where you went, or attempted to go to, if you committed an act that went against the kapu system (the ancient Hawaiian code of conduct). In modern Hawaii, residents often complain about the $250 fine when caught using mobile devices in their vehicles. In old Hawaii, however, entering an area reserved for chiefs, or eating forbidden foods, would cost you your life. The stakes were much higher back then. But, there was a way out. If you could somehow Jason Bourne your way into a puuhonua, or place of refuge, your life would be spared.
No, there is no shipwreck, at least not anymore. Kauai locals have been calling Keoneloa Bay Shipwrecks, by some accounts, since the 1970’s, when an abandoned fishing boat could be seen from the shores. The ship was said to be over 100 feet long. The shipwreck, however, hasn’t been seen since 1982, when either Hurricane Iwa washed it away or it was officially removed.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. One breath at a time. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. One breath at a time.
Sometimes I need a gentle reminder to slow down for a bit. A gentle nudge on the shoulder telling me that my life isn’t a timed race to live. There is no one at a finish line waiting to give out medals to the person who went the fastest. I don’t need to be going 150 miles-per-hour all the time. Gentle reminders, like those I get when I see turtles like the ones I photographed below, remind me to live a more deliberate life full of intention and to create moments that are full of value.
I love exploring the north and west shores leading up to Kaena Point, primarily because I think it is the last stretch of wild coastline on Oahu. Once you step beyond where the paved roads end in both Mokuleia and Waianae, you are instantly surrounded by beautiful coastal terrain, cultural sites, and remnants of a historical past once dominated by plantations and the military.
Sometime in the middle of last year, I went on a little field trip with the Sierra Club of Hawaii – Oahu Chapter to visit Lulumahu Falls, Kaniakapupu, and Luakaha Falls. You can check out the Kaniakapupu post here, but for some reason, I never got around to sharing photos from Lulumahu Falls. Oddly enough, when this blog first started in 2011, Lulumahu Falls was one of the most requested posts from readers. We never got around to making a post, despite a memorable experience trying to find it.