by Jane Finn, Photography by Dave Finn
As published in Issue 16 of Planet Golf Review
It’s 6:00 am. The sky is still inky black and the stars are just starting to fade. The mile of pristine beach stretching out below me is completely deserted and the only music I hear is the sound of the surf. Meanwhile, the clouds are silently rolling down along the sides of the mountains, like lava rushing to the sea and as the sun comes up the craggy peaks are illuminated with a mystical glow. This is the magic that is Maui, and I can’t help but smile when I think of the rainbows that greeted us when we touched down yesterday. My pot of gold is having the luxury of knowing I have two whole weeks to explore this enchanting part of the world!
Hawaiians have a deep respect for nature, the ancestors, and the wisdom of their elders. The revitalization of their native language and the reverence they show for the sacredness of the land are intrinsic values that weave through the fabric of everyday life. So, Mo’olelo, let’s talk story as I share a few tales of the people we met and the places we discovered on this journey.