Kamaole Beach 3

We’re continuing to lay in supplies for our month here in Maui.  You might wonder why it has taken us so long to do so.  Well, we’re all struggling with jet lag and are trying to organize our store visits in the most efficient way possible.  For example, today we went to the only Costco on the island (about a 40-minute drive away from our condo).  There we found good supplies of things such as snack food, fruit, veggies, meat, a gigantic pizza we’re going to have for supper, cereal, milk and POG!  We loaded six gallons of POG into our cart since each jug was about a dollar cheaper than elsewhere.  At one point, as I stood by the cart waiting for the others, a local guy walked by and commented that he’d never seen so much POG in one place before.  I laughed and said we just didn’t want to have to come back.  And we don’t!  That Costco is at least as crowded and busy as the one we go to in Scarborough.  Another item we picked up were two BBQ’d chickens.  They were about twice as heavy as the ones at home and only $4.99!  We’ve since heard a couple of jokes about the price of Costco chickens.

Later, we took a walk on the beach across the street from our resort.  Kamaole Beach 3 is a popular beach with locals and tourists alike.  It has a lifeguard, showers, public bathrooms, picnic tables, large areas of lawn overlooking the sea and, of course, a beautiful sand beach.

Mom and Dad enjoying their first visit to one of Hawaii's best beaches -- just in front of our resort!

Mom and Dad enjoying their first visit to one of Hawaii’s best beaches — just in front of our resort!

Here are Mom and Dad, slathered in sunscreen, enjoying the beach at Kamaole Beach 3.

Here are Mom and Dad, slathered in sunscreen, enjoying the beach at Kamaole Beach 3.

Here I am at the beach across the street from our condo.  The waves were quite spectacular that day.

Here I am at the beach across the street from our condo. The waves were quite spectacular that day.

The Kid discovered many bits of polished lava and shells that she hopes to incorporate into her jewellery designs.

The Kid discovered many bits of polished lava and shells that she hopes to incorporate into her jewellery designs.

Here is the spectacular view at our beach.  The mountains in the distance are the West Maui Mountains.  Notice the windfarm climbing up the ridge.  The older man standing on the lava point was about as close as you could get the pounding surf without being swept away ... maybe too close!

Here is the spectacular view at our beach. The mountains in the distance are the West Maui Mountains. Notice the windfarm climbing up the ridge. The older man standing on the lava point was about as close as you could get the pounding surf without being swept away … maybe too close!

The expression "pounding surf" was apt here.  When the waves hit this rock formation in the right way, a huge, thunderous crash was heard.

The expression “pounding surf” was apt here. When the waves hit this rock formation in the right way, a huge, thunderous crash was heard.

What a spectacular beach!

What a spectacular beach!

Footprints in the sand.

Footprints in the sand.

Overall, we’re finding our adjustment to this time zone slow.  It is especially difficult for Mom and the Kid.  I expect we’ll continue to take it pretty easy over the next few days, so don’t expect us to be engaging in any wild adventures!

Aloha!

About An Atlas in My Purse

I love the travelling experience .. from the where-shall-we-go-next planning stage to the do-you-remember-when conversations. This blog is a collection of my travelogues. Date References: 2000 - Australia * 2001 - Europe * 2003 - Paris * 2004 - England * 2006 - Hawaii * 2010 - Israel * 2012 - Europe & Transatlantic Cruise *
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