If you’re sick of more Hawai’i posts after our vacation absence from the blog, well, I hate to break it to ya, but…
Instead of our normal day-by-day trip report, we’re gonna break down our latest, greatest Hawai’i trip into “experiences.” This one came from our third full day on Kaua’i (which we’ll talk more about in another post). I am a faithful user of TripAdvisor and had seen in the zygote-stages of our trip planning that the #1 rated activity on the island of Kaua’i was the Na Pali coastline.
The Na Pali coastline, like everything in the Hawaiian island chain, has been formed by millennia of volcanic activity, erosion, etc. etc. (Wikipedia, to my aid!) The ruggedness of the mountains, cliffs and valleys of Na Pali have made roadbuilding untenable, so the only way to access the northwest side of Kaua’i is by helicopter or to hike (I couldn’t afford the former and am seriously too lazy to do the latter.)
After seeing trip report photos of Na Pali, I knew, in the deepest parts of my shallow soul, that I had to go to there. It seemed beautifully, naturally impossible, and I had to see it. I poured over several dozen reviews of different boat and catamaran tours of the Na Pali coast, and finally settled on the Southern Star sunset cruise run by Captain Andy’s out of Port Allen. It wasn’t cheap (about $145 a person), but it included a freshly made-steak dinner and as many drinks as you could drink, so after doing some fuzzy math, Lance and I were able to justify the expense.
As soon as the boat left the dock, dozens of spinner dolphins came up along side to greet us, jumping and (duh) spinning wildly in the air.
Lance, of course, sobbed like a baby upon seeing a school of dolphins play in their natural habitat. “It’s the salt in the air!” he said, wiping away tears.
The first half of the tour had us motoring up the coast, and the water was pretty choppy (and it’s supposed to be rougher in the winter!) so we got fairly soaked if sat anywhere outside (though why you’d sit inside the cabin at all during this tour makes little sense to me.)
The first stretch of Na Pali along the south side, right after you pass the naval station, is pretty “flat;” lots of red and brown and gray rock, shorn by pummeling winds which, we were told, only surpassed by the Cliffs of Dover for their intensity.
As we made our way north, the cliffs became much more rugged and fantastical. These photos with my shitty point n’ shoot don’t do them justice. Vibrant greens, reds, and browns highlighted this impressive, practically alien terrain. Not only did we spot waterfalls cascading down these cliffs, but mountain goats too! (Unfortunately, no photos exist of the mountain goat because he was SUPER far away.)
Once we approached Ke’e Beach on the north shore of the island, which is the last beach you can access via car from the opposite direction, the catamaran shut off its motor and the crew began hoisting the sail. They also starting passing out “Sneaky Tikis,” a rum-based cocktail of which Lance took full advantage.
As the sun set behind Niihau, the Forbidden Isle, (just behind Lance’s head in the photo above), our tummies full and, at least with Lance, heads a little fuzzy from too many cocktails, the Southern Star swept closer to port.
This post was hard to write because trying to articulate, much less justify, what we saw seemed impossible. Nevertheless, we both said to each other, afterwards, that the expense was totally worth it. Heck, it wasn’t even worth considering. The sail was a marvelous experience, Na Pali spectacular.
Lance summed it up in a way that made my heart all tingly: “Best day ever.”