Fresh off the Hawaii Superferry, I hit the road to Lahaina, en route to Kaanapali.
Waiting at a stoplight behind a pineapple truck. Looks as though the little guys are peering through the gaps in the truck.
Cruising along the western coast of Maui. That's the island of Lanai on the horizon. The smaller hump to the left of it is the seldom-visited island of Kahoolawe.
Bobbing about the waters off Kaanapali beach in the UFO Parasailing boat. The Kaanapali resort area sits in the distance.
While I wait my turn for some parasailing action, a husband and wife from San Francisco hang tight some 400 feet in the air. They were surprisingly calm throughout.
Later, I traded my parachute for a saddle and stirrups, traversing dusty trails and rocky hills for a little horseback riding at Napili’s Ironwood Ranch. The grounds are quite lush, lined with Norfolk pines and (what else?) Ironwood trees.
Ironwood Ranch: where few horse skulls dare tread for fear of being nailed to signage.
My equestrian escort for the day, Owen Wilson. Can you see the resemblance?
My guide's horse, Orlando Bloom. What a stud.
A great view of the island of Molokai, across the channel.
The fields on the slopes of the west Maui mountains seem to run on forever…The Ironwood Ranch grounds border several hundred acres of Maui Gold Pineapple fields. The spiky, unripe fruit is a favorite of the horses.
My buddy Owen masticating on some herbage. He was remarkably stubborn, continuously ignoring my efforts to get him back on the trail.
My guide Kate and her horse Orlando getting ahead of us as Owen continues to munch on the grass.
More of Molokai.
Kate and Orlando again. The small black specks on the dirt trail are actually plastic debris from the neighboring pineapple fields. It was everywhere. That's the island of Lanai, across the channel.
Entering some dense forest. The grass stood above our heads at some places.
We took a brief break to ensure our equipment was in check. Kate insisted I take a picture with Owen, considering how close we grew during the afternoon.
Later that evening, rushing back from Kaanapali to Kahului. The clouds have a lovely pinkish hue.
My ticket home, and not a moment too soon. Farewell, Maui. Until we meet again...