Today we went North along the West coast of Maui past Kaanapali, Napili and Honolua Bay up to the Nakalele Blowhole. The path to the Nakalele Blowhole was downright eerie. The road from the parking lot wound down through rolling sandy hills covered with loose grass and little pancaked stacks of rocks that silouetted against the ocean landscape. At the base of the hills was a large, complex, round pattern done in white rocks that likely had some sort of religious significance. The path then wound through a jagged, carved lava landscape that included large layers of iron-rich red lava, cut into dark caves, and dramatic overhangs. A light salt mist drifted everywhere, replenished by rythmic blasts from the two (yes, two) blow holes. The roar of the surf and the whoosh of air in the blowholes filled the air. The Nakalele Blowhole launched a huge spray of mist into the air in rhythm with each large wave sending plumes up at least 30 feet into the air and blanketing everything with salt mist. The mist was so pervasive, I wiped the lens of the camera with my T-Shirt to bring you this shot.
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