We just strolled to the Ritz. The Kapalua Ritz-Carlton on Maui. As you might expect, it’s, well, ritzy. Laurel heads up the Ritz-Carlton way on her usual morning walk. She had to miss today, so I went with her on an afternoon substitute outing.
Next stop, a hole on one of the Kapalua golf courses. Beautiful. Too bad I play such ugly golf. I’ve heard that the wind is so strong on the courses, sometimes the ball blows right back at you. Could be. Or maybe I was being kidded. Regardless, this is one windy side of the island.
Maui guidebooks say that Fleming Beach Park is where you take your BBQ grill when you want it sandblasted. From previous visits I can believe it. Wasn’t horribly windy today, however. It’s a pretty nondescript beach. Decent boogie boarding but not that inviting.
On the outside, at least. Inside, Laurel avidly browsed through a pile of t-shirts that, for the life of me, looked almost exactly like the one she had on. Female shopping has its own logic to it, I’ve learned.
These, Laurel tells me, are Norfolk pines. If they’re not, blame her. They’re the Napili trademark. I believe they were planted by sailors in the 1800s who needed straight wood for masts and such. Kind of incongruous for Hawaii, but reminded me of Oregon.
And that was our stroll. Got back to the car too late to finish up with a sunset photo. You can interpolate one from my previous post.
Lastly, if you’re the praying sort, pray for bigger waves on Napili Bay. My boogie board is gathering dust. Or rather, sand.