On flight to our Hawaii honeymoon, a beautiful young mother with cherub baby in arms expounded to us with eloquent conviction the unspoiled beauty of Hana.
On arrival we checked the map and left the side trip in our mind until walking the streets of Maui we met that same woman appalled at our delay to heed her advice and indulge our senses in paradise Hana. Afraid to meet her again I convinced honey to take me to those enchanting waterfalls, rugged serene shorelines, ancient mystical forests and so he started our forty miles drive from HI-37 to a:
narrowing one lane
winding high mountain edge cliffs
Copyright © Frances Schiavina | Year Posted 2017
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