It’s almost exactly two years ago since I wrote pointing to this same issue in the Green Flash of Feb. 16, 2015:
Mahaulepu — remembering back to the first time I saw this relatively wild area of Kauai when the island was new to me, visions of every shade of blue in the ocean come to me, along with the wonderfully wild, craggy sandstone bluffs and cliffs. There was a curved sand beach, a shaded cove, a stretch where windsurfers prevailed like bright flwags fluttering on masts at sea. There were tidepools. There was a cave, a stream, a small house I learned was grandfathered into the property from times back.
This was the plum we reached when we made the trek to the South Shore, wended our way past the moldering Koloa mill on red dirt plantation roads, then stressed the shock absorbers on my old Chevy Citation during the rocky road of the last segment leading to Mahaulepu. After the fact of discovering this place was very special for myself, I learned it was the same for many people, present and past.
As well as its pristine beauty, it held mysteries.