Boston's Freedom Trail and Acadia National Park

(Fall 2010)

October in New England usually means fall color and post-season baseball. Unfortunately, the Red Sox ended the season in third place and ruined our plans to watch a playoff game in historic Fenway Park. Of course the main reason we were there was to find a revolution.

The Freedom Trail
A two and a half mile long red line, mostly red brick, leads to some of the most iconic sites in American history. The Trail begins at Boston Common and works its way through town and across the river to Charlestown where it ends at the Bunker Hill Monument. It may be difficult to preserve history in the middle of a growing, vibrant city, but Boston has done just enough to let you imagine things as they once were.


The Old State House


The center of the historic district is Faneuil Hall. It's a busy and colorful place performing the same meeting, ceremonial and shopping services today that it has since 1742. Instead of talking sedition, they were swearing in new citizens the day we were there. At Boston Common, costumed guides lead walks over small portions of the Freedom Trail but we joined a National Park Ranger for a walk and talk. We started at the Old State House, then went west on the Trail to the Old Corner Bookstore and then on to the Old South Meeting Hall. From there we looped around through the Boston Massacre Site down to Faneuil Hall.

At this point, Paul Revere became the focus of the talk. Most famous for his "midnight ride", recent research has found him to be perhaps the key Son of Liberty, the man called on time and again when anything truly important needed to be done. We walked to his home, the oldest building in Boston, and continued just a few steps more to the Old North Church famous for the two lanterns. Our Ranger-led walk ended here, but on the night of April 18-19, 1775, things were just beginning. The British Regulars were crossing the Charles River heading for Concord to confiscate rebel arms and Revere was crossing the river in a race to get there in time to warn the militia.

Today the Visitor's Center at Minute Man National Historic Park has a multimedia presentation of the events of that fateful day that does a great job of separating the facts from the legend. And, if Revere's ride wasn't the total success of legend --he was actually captured by the British before he reached Concord-- it was enough.

The British easily routed the few militiamen waiting for them when they reached Lexington at dawn but things were different at the North Bridge in Concord. The British withdrawal down Battle Road became a nightmare for them as thousands of militiamen poured into the area and even the Regulars' final retreat to the safety of Boston was only the beginning of the year-long siege that would see the Battle of Bunker Hill (actually fought on Breeds Hill), the arrival of George Washington as the Commander in Chief of the Continental Army, and, finally, the evacuation of British troops from Boston in March 1776. The war had begun and in Philadelphia, the Continental Congress was preparing to declare independence.


The Rest of Boston
There's really a lifetime of things to see and do in Boston but we did what we could.

The Boston Duck Tour - We have seen these in Pittsburgh, Ketchikan, Washington DC and, most recently, at Lake Tahoe, and we had heard that the Boston Duck Tour was the one to take, so we did. The land tour was a fun trip through the Boston neighborhoods. You sit up high enough on the land portion to have great views of everything, but the water tour was a little bit of a disappointment. We entered the water from a construction area and didn't get to see any of Boston Harbor and only went upriver to the Longfellow Bridge. Once the novelty wore off, I realized we were in an area of the Charles River of absolutely no interest and no importance.

Kennedy Presidential Library - The controversies that delayed the library for so long are now over and it is well worth a visit. There was a special display of the 1960 presidential campaign which I found completely fascinating. It was that campaign that turned me into a total political junky so it was fun to revisit it. But, having also visited the Reagan Presidential Library in California, what struck me most was how short the Kennedy presidency actually was. Both libraries have displays about the period before each man held office but the focus is on the presidential years and there is a major difference when one covers an eight year administration and the other only three. If Reagan's presidency had been cut short after only three years, his legacy would be far different than it actually is. It's sobering to consider what Kennedy's might have been.

Boston Public Garden - Boston Common is simply a green open space, but just west of it is a beautiful formal garden and lagoon. It's home to Boston's mute swans, Romeo and Juliet (although apparently both are female), as well as numerous statues including the famous Make Way for Ducklings bronze sculptures and Washington on horseback.

Salem - When we left Boston to head north, our route took us near Salem and we decided to visit. This was a mistake. In October the place becomes a sort of Halloween Town and the tragedy of religious hysteria and the murder of 20 innocent people is forgotten as the party goes on. The National Park Service has a presence here but it is solely about the maritime history of one of the most historic ports on the east coast.

Acadia National Park
A group of eastern millionaires saw all of those new National Parks out west and thought to themselves that this was something they didn't have. So they made one of their own. When it was dedicated as Lafayette National Park in 1919, it was the first National Park east of the Mississippi but it was also less than half the size it would finally become. It seems two members of the group had unfinished business. Rockefeller (Junior) wouldn't finalize his donation until he finished building carriage roads throughout his property. And another one didn't like the French and wouldn't donate his until Congress changed the name from Lafayette to Acadia National Park.

It's been reported that Acadia is now the second most visited National Park and I didn't understand how this could be until we rounded the bend and had our first view of Frenchman Bay. Sitting at anchor was what was obviously the Queen Mary 2. Two other cruise ships were anchored closer to Bar Harbor and after those three departed that evening, they were replaced by three more the next morning and then three more again. I later saw the Harbor Master's report that listed the 120 cruise ships that had already visited Bar Harbor this season.


Cruise Ships at Bar Harbor

We know how cruise ships work, so we were generally able to work around the crowds they create. For example, we knew that the only cruise passengers who would see the sun set from the mountain top were the ones who had missed their ship. And our efforts paid off. Giving credit where it's due, I have to say that Acadia is one of the finer National Parks I have visited. Although one is a valley and the other an an island, there was much here that reminded me of Yosemite. The millionaires done good.

The main part of the park is Mount Desert Island (pronounced "dessert" from corrupted French) and half of it still remains in private hands. There are a number of roads providing access to all parts of the island but the Park Loop Road is entirely within park boundaries and leads to the most scenic areas.

Cadillac Mountain, the highest mountain on the east coast of North America at 1,530 feet, is the jewel of the park. From early October to April, it's also the sunrise capital of North America, being the first place to see the sun. It has sweeping, magnificent views from Bar Harbor to Seal Harbor including the Porcupine islands and in October the view is improved further with the fall color.

The Loop Road goes to Sand Beach and Thunder Hole along the coast (their names pretty much describe them) and then turns inland toward Wildwood Stables and Jordan Pond. Wildwood Stables is the starting point for the carriage roads and while a lot of people consider a carriage ride to be a requirement for anyone visiting the park, what I noticed was that the roads are now primarily used by bicyclists.  For every carriage I saw, I also saw 200 bicycles.

Jordan Pond is very pleasant spot with fine views of the two rounded hills known as the Bubbles. But the real attraction there is the Jordan Pond House and their famous tea and popovers. Service is perfect and very reminiscent of the Ahwahnee Hotel's restaurant. Each popover is delivered individually to ensure that it's warm when you eat it.

We took a boat tour with a National Park Ranger to view wildlife, cruise Somes Sound and visit Ilesford on Little Cranberry Island. Wildlife spotting began early when three white-tail deer crossed in front of us as we drove to Northeast Harbor to catch the boat. And, once on the water, we spotted several loons and harbor seals. We cruised by several osprey nests including one huge one that was estimated to be 100 years old. As we passed the lighthouse at Bear Island, we saw a single bald eagle gliding overhead, its white head and tail flashing in the light. We suspect this was the same eagle we had seen low overhead when we visited the Bass Harbor lighthouse the previous day.

About a third of the way up Somes Sound, we left the National Park and began to see some of the homes and estates of the island. Most of the original homes on "Millionaires Row" in the National Park itself had been destroyed by the Great Fire of 1947, but we certainly got a good idea of what they had been like.

The Rest of Downeast
One confusing thing about Maine is easily explained by adding a missing word. Maine is know as Downeast and when people from Downeast go to Massachussets, they are going "up to Boston." It doesn't make sense because they leave out the word "wind". The prevailing winds along the New England coast go from south to north, so when you go to Maine, you are going downwind and east. And when you go to Boston, you are going upwind. Simple enough.

Maine Lobster - Downeasters take great pride in their lobster industry and we showed proper respect. First, we visited a Lobster Pound where your selected lobster is boiled in sea water in the huge wood-fired kettles that sit steaming out by the road in front of the lobster shack. We also had lobster rolls: fresh-cooked lobster tossed with mayonnaise and served on a grilled bun. Finally, we did the obligatory, complete lobster-bib dinner with clam chowder, a full lobster with drawn butter and side dishes, ending with Maine blueberry pie for dessert. -- We're not afraid of the tough jobs.

Freeport, ME - We took Highway 1 up the Maine coast and it was just as interesting as we expected, but, for us, the highlight was Freeport. If you've heard of this place, then you know why we spent a night there. In Reno, we have Eddie Bauer, Orvis, Cabellas, Scheels, Dick's, REI, Sports Authority, Sierra Trading Post, Big 5, Sportsman's Warehouse, and plans for a Bass Pro Shop, but none of these is L.L. Bean. In Freeport, the L.L. Bean flagship store is open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year and is quite simply the catalog come to life.


LL Bean, Freeport, ME

Fall Foliage - New England is famous for its fall color and on our journey we saw all of the stages from "green" to "gone". Acadia was just approaching its peak and that really added to our enjoyment of that National Park. But we wanted more, so we took the long way back to Boston, driving west across Maine into New Hampshire's White Mountains. Probably the best color we saw was in the area from North Conway to Bretton Woods, but what fascinated me most was the color at the ski resorts. In the Sierra, the ski resorts are the same in summer and fall. Evergreens outline the bare, white ski trails. But New England ski slopes are far more colorful in October. The trails still have a hint of green and the trees are turning yellow, gold and red.


Returning to Boston
This was a long drive and I was tired when we reached Boston, but I felt right at home once we arrived. I like Boston a lot, probably because it reminds me so much of San Francisco. They do have a lot in common: They're about the same size in area with excellent public transportation (Boston's is absolutely superb). Both are very friendly to tourists (Fisherman's Wharf and Faneuil Hall are just the most obvious parallels) and both have great restaurants (on Salem Street in the North End of Boston we walked past one Italian restaurant after another, each more enticing than the last). Both metro areas are cosmopolitan and have universities with international reputations and high tech culture. But, the clincher for me is that Red Sox fans hate the Yankees the way Giants fans hate the Dodgers. That's something I can understand.

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Lake Mead NRA and Hoover Dam

(Summer 2010)

We go to Las Vegas enough to know the drill: never go in August when temperatures and tourists are peaking and always stay on the Strip to be sure you're in the center of the action. But there we were at a condo resort on Duke Ellington Way in the middle of August in 106 degree heat. Then, for a Las Vegas show, we headed for Cashman Field to sit with the Minor League scouts and watch our Reno Aces win 5-to-1 over the Las Vegas 51s. AAA Baseball at its best.
Minor League Scouts at Work

Obviously, this wasn't your typical Las Vegas Vacation. This trip wasn't about America's adult playground; instead, we were headed down the road to visit America's first National Recreation Area. (OK, we did check out some new buffets and, despite some good competition, the Bellagio still holds its #1 ranking.)

At Lake Mead, we drove the scenic Lakeshore Drive from Las Vegas Bay down to Hemenway Harbor and the effects of 10 years of poor ski conditions in Colorado became apparent with the gap between the high water mark and the current level. I thought this white band was caused by the leaching of the color from the rocks, but it's just a bathtub ring of minerals left on the rocks by the shrinking lake.

At the marina we boarded the stern wheel paddle boat, Desert Princess (sister ship to Tahoe's own M.S. Dixie) and set out for the Hoover Dam. The Colorado river passes through Black Canyon in a backward S direction so that you can't see the dam from the water until you're almost right up on it, so everyone was anticipating the view as we rounded the bend.

It was a little bit of a disappointment. From the lake side of the dam you can see the top of the dam, the new bridge behind it and the four intake towers. With the water level being down, it looked to me like a prison wall with guard towers.

The other side of the dam was considerably more impressive. We took the road, originally used by the workers, down to the base of the dam and it was quite a ride. At one hairpin turn we had to stop and back up before we could continue down the very steep road. Descending this road in a 1930's double-decker bus must have been fun. At the base we were met by our raft guide who made the trip a lot of fun. We had tremendous views of the dam, the two sets of matched outlet channels and the power plant. It was quite a contrast from the lake side view.

Hoover Dam

We floated downstream for only a short distance before we turned a bend and the dam disappeared. We saw power boats coming up stream but there must be signs limiting their access because they all stopped and turned around before they reached the point where they could actually see the dam. The river from this point down is calm water and becomes Lake Mojave due to the Davis Dam just north of Laughlin.

Finally we toured the dam itself. The Hoover Dam is one of the Seven Wonders of the Industrial World and there are dozens of documentaries about its history, construction, and operation, and I have nothing to add except to say that I did get an answer to the basic question, Is it the Hoover Dam or the Boulder Dam?

The simple answer is that it's officially the Hoover Dam by a 1947 Act of Congress. But actually, neither name is appropriate. The original plan was to build the dam in the Boulder Canyon and the project was called that, but after the catastrophic collapse of the St Vincent Dam in Los Angeles, the engineers reconsidered their decision and, for a number of reasons, decided that Black Canyon was a better site. At the ground-breaking ceremonies, Hoover's Interior Secretary surprised everyone by announcing that the dam would be known as Hoover Dam. Other dams in the west were named after presidents but the decision to name one after the sitting president caused some concern even among Hoover supporters, who thought this was setting a bad precedent. And then when the dam was completed during the Roosevelt administration, his Interior Secretary claimed that Hoover had opposed the dam when Coolidge approved it and only became enthusiastic about it when it was named after him. So they dedicated the completed dam as Boulder Dam for its original site. Today, despite Congress, there still remains disagreement on which name to use, but personally, I would have gone with a third option: Black Canyon Dam.

While we were exploring the dam, I had a strange experience. I noticed the time and realized that it was just about this same time that our cruise had reached the dam the day before, so I walked up to where I could best view Lake Mead and, sure enough, around the bend came the Desert Princess. This was a really pleasant surprise and I shot dozens of pictures and was telling everyone all about it. Later we stopped at the Lake Mead overlook and actually saw her returning to port.

Desert Princess Returning to Port

But, back at the dam, as the paddle wheeler was departing, I crossed the road to take pictures of the dam from above. As I was standing right at the top and center of the dam, I looked down and I spotted our float trip raft heading out onto the river. I turned around and looked at the Desert Princess and then turned back again toward our raft. Now, I'm too much of a skeptic to buy into Jung's synchronicity theory but standing in the middle of this near-perfect symmetry seemed to be just too much of a coincidence. I had a little shiver and wondered if anyone I knew was onboard either vessel.

Nevada Railroad Museum
With our trip to the Boulder City Railroad Museum, we completed our tour of Nevada's three railroad museums. Each one has displays of railroad history and all three have rolling stock. The Boulder City railroad runs on what remains of the track laid specifically to supply materials to the Hoover Dam site. It's a very small portion and most of the right-of-way is now a popular hiking trail. There are plans to expand the route but only in the direction away from the dam. Rail service from Boulder City to Hoover Dam would be fantastic but just isn't possible.

Earlier this summer we visited the museum in Ely. This is the most extensive of the three sites with a complete train station and two routes for their excursions. This was a mining railroad operation and the excursions take you out to the mining areas where modern day copper mining is still in operation. They use those giant earth-movers and it was like being in a science fiction movie when we saw one of these monsters appear above the crest of the hill, lifting its load high in the air and dropping earth and rocks and boulders the size of automobiles down the hillside adding to the huge mound of tailings.

The Carson City museum is the headquarters but it's the smallest of the three with cramped exhibits and a train that simply circles the grounds. Up the road, however, is the Virginia & Truckee railroad, the "Queen of the Short Lines." This line operates today between Carson City and historic Virginia City and has the added bonus of virtually guaranteeing sightings of wild horses since both the steam engine and the horses rely on the natural spring at American Flats for fresh water.

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Lake Mead and Hoover Dam

Great Basin NP

(Summer 2010)

Highway 50
The easiest way to visit Great Basin National Park is to make a day-long side trip from the Great Circle tour of the National Parks of Utah, but we had no intention of missing out on the opportunity to drive Highway 50 across Nevada. The Chamber of Commerce would like you to think of Highway 50 as the route of the old Pony Express Trail or even as part of the Lincoln Highway, the nation's first transcontinental roadway, but, thanks to Life magazine, the highway from Fernley to Ely will always be known as "The Loneliest Road in America."

According to Life magazine, AAA trip advisors actively discourage use of this route and warn people that survival skills are a real necessity. The Nevada Tourism Bureau takes this in good humor and now publishes "The Official Hwy 50 Survival Guide,"and issues certificates to those intrepid souls who successfully complete this dangerous journey. To qualify, you have to submit a copy of the Survival Guide stamped by officials at Fernley, Fallon, Austin, Eureka and Ely. We both received our certificates and here's mine:

Hwy 50 Certificate


Great Basin NP
Great Basin is considered one the lesser-known National Parks but there are three major attractions: the Lehman Caves, Wheeler Peak, and the bristlecone pines. There are bigger caves, taller mountains and older bristlecone pines, but, in each instance there is something special here.

When the cave was discovered (there is only one despite its name), they had to break through a large number of formations in order to even begin exploring. They found a very active cave with an extraordinary number of stalactites, stalagmites, helictites, flowstone, popcorn, and over 300 rare shield formations. And over the years, many of the shield formations have developed their own stalactites and now look like amazing underground versions of jellyfish.


Jellyfish Shield Formations

Wheeler Peak isn't even the tallest mountain in Nevada, but it's the only one in the state that has a glacier. Because of the long snow season, the rocks were partially covered with snow when we saw them, but the Ranger geologist I talked with told me this is actually a rock glacier - a mass of rock and dirt held together by ice. Even when the snow melts away, the ice remains frozen and the mass moves just as any glacier would. I had thought this mass was what was left after the glacier receded, but I was told that would actually be a moraine. Also, a patch of snow that never melts is called an ice field. -- I really should have paid more attention in those Earth Science classes.

Wheeler Peak

The bristlecone pine situation is even more confusing. The 'Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest' in the White Mountains near Lone Pine, California is home to 'Methuselah', the world's oldest living thing at 4700 years, but in 1964 a researcher was authorized by the Forest Service to cut down a particular bristlecone pine 250 miles to the east, near the tree line of Wheeler Peak (which was not yet a National Park). This tree became known as 'Prometheus' when it was discovered that it had been close to 5000 years old.

So, the oldest thing to have ever lived was cut down and no one visiting the National Park can see it. Of course, no one really gets to see 'Methuselah' either. We made the trip to the White Mountains and discovered that the Forest Service keeps the tree's exact location in the grove secret from the public to protect it from vandalism -- as if the Forest Service wasn't the bigger threat.

Tour of Nevada Continues
We've taken US 95 to Death Valley and US 50 to Ely and decided to explore something different. We traveled the Great Basin Highway that connects Las Vegas to Ely and we even checked out part of the Extraterrestrial Highway of Area 51 fame. We didn't see anything unusual there, which is disappointing since they say you're not really a Nevadan until you've seen a UFO.

We did see a variety of wildlife on this trip. On Highway 50, we saw a group of wild horses and jack-rabbit road-kill way out of proportion to the amount of traffic on the road, and, as we left Ely for Tonopah, we saw a couple of deer grazing in a field and then a small herd of pronghorns.

But that was all the wildlife we were going to see. US 6 from Ely to Tonapah is an amazing drive across central Nevada and we quickly descended onto a stretch of open land that was actually primeval. It isn't just that there aren't any services along the road, there's nothing but the highway itself to indicate that any human has ever been there. There were alkali valleys, hills of volcanic cinder, and the cooled lava from ancient eruptions. And there was nothing else: no ghost towns, no rest stops, no cell service and we traveled for hours across this lunar landscape before seeing another vehicle. This really was a lonely highway.

The comedy movie The Great Race is loosely based on the 1908 New York to Paris auto race won by the American team in the famous Thomas Flyer (on display at the Auto Museum in Reno) but, once you have driven this route you realize there's nothing very funny, even today, about a cracked transmission when you're 50 miles from Tonapah on this road.

From Tonopah to Bishop, CA, we began to have a little traffic, but nothing of consequence and we soon had a major change in scenery as our route took us toward the eastern side of Kings Canyon National Park. As we approached California, we had great views of Border Peak, Nevada's tallest mountain, then, in Bishop, we joined the crowd for a late lunch at Erick Schat's Bakkery before continuing our journey home.

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Great Basin NP

Haleakala NP

(Spring 2010)

Maui
If you have any doubt that Maui is one of the top vacation destinations in the world, you have only to walk past all of the high rise hotels on the beach in Kaanapali. Each hotel has an elaborate swimming pool surrounded by hundreds of lounge chairs and each advertises its own luau and offers beach chairs, sand toys, and beach massages. Add to this the thousands of people enjoying the sun and it's a bit overwhelming, looking a lot like a tropical version of the Las Vegas strip.

Of course, Maui is also the island of 10,000 condominiums, and since we were there for the National Park, we opted for one of these on the Wailea coast and made a good choice. Ours provided a restful retreat set in a tropical garden with a beach pavilion next to the swimming pool and gated access to the beach itself. The first evening we discovered we had a stunning view of the sun setting behind the island of Lana'i and from then on, saluting the sunset from our deck became a near-daily ritual.

Sunset View from the deck of our rented condo.

In addition to the National Park, we had to visit the Iao Valley which Mark Twain called the 'Yosemite of the Pacific' and ride the LKP steam railroad, the famous Sugar Cane Train. We also made the journey to Hana on the road best known for sharp curves, one-lane bridges, black sand beaches and beautiful waterfalls. Along the way at Puaa Kaa Wayside Park there is a waterfall into a pool where you could stand just about waist deep. This must be well-known because while we were there, young women were lined up to have their boyfriends take glamour shots of them standing in front of the waterfall in their bikinis. That was quite entertaining actually.

Lana'i (rhymes with Hawai'i)
We had planned to make a snorkeling trip to Molokini, the famous crescent island at the top of a submerged volcano, but we had the opportunity to sail to the island of Lana'i and snorkel in Hulopoe Bay, so we quickly opted for that instead.

I soon discovered that the world had changed and I had missed it. All the time we were in Maui, I kept hearing how the commercial sugar and pineapple industries were fading away. I saw the lone remaining sugar processing plant and the Maui Gold pineapple fields that only gave a hint of what they had been, but I still kept thinking to myself that Dole had a private island around here somewhere that was nothing but a pineapple plantation.

Well, that island was Lana'i and that was 25 years ago. Today the only pineapples grown on the island are for the two resorts that have become the major employer there.

We saw the massive Four Seasons Resort at Manele Bay as we sailed into the harbor at Manele Bay. It turns out that the resort actually fronts the Hulopoe Bay marine refuge where we spent the morning swimming over the coral reef and sharing the bay with a pod of spinner dolphins. They showed us why they are called that by putting on a tremendous display of corkscrew leaps out of the water all morning long.

Later, we toured the island and saw where the pineapple plantation used to be and then drove up in elevation to the Four Seasons Resort Lodge at Koele. As we drove around and through the golf course there, I had hoped we could see their signature 17th hole. This is described as a 390-yard, par 4 and the tee shot is from the top of a sheer cliff 200 feet above the green. Unfortunately, it wasn't visible from the road and with $240 green fees (almost triple the price of any ski lift ticket I know of), I don't think I will be seeing it.


Still, we had a great time on our visit. The Trilogy sailing crew provided chicken barbecue in their own pavilion on the island and our sunset cruise back to Maui found dolphins riding our wake, flying fish crossing in front of our bow and unbelievable views of the mountains of West Maui. We stopped just outside the harbor to watch the sun set and one of the crew brought out his ukulele and played for us until twilight (songs available on iTunes).


Returning from Lana'i

Haleakala NP

The Alpine Zone
Sunrise on Haleakala is a cliché, but that didn't stop us from getting up at 2:00 in the morning to make the trip from sea level to 10,000 feet to experience it. We broke through the clouds about two-thirds of the way up and saw the stars in the black sky. After we reached the top and the first light appeared, the stars disappeared and we could see the observatories on a hill just outside the park boundaries. Then we began to see the ocean of clouds below us stretching all the way to the horizon in every direction. The weather was absolutely perfect and when the sun rose, it was everything that we expected and a pretty impressive sunrise.



Sunrise Begins

The Tropical Zone

If you take the Hana Road only to Hana you'll miss the best part. A little farther down the narrowing road brings you to the tropical portion of Haleakala NP and the Seven Sacred Pools. The area there is called Oheo Gulch by both the Park Service and native Hawaiians because there are actually 20 pools and there is nothing sacred about any of them to Hawaiians or anyone else. They are quite beautiful though and really quite dramatic, starting at the base of a 400' water fall and cascading down from pool to pool, going under the road bridge and continuing down to the black sand ocean beach. Many of the pools are large enough to swim in and some are deep enough to dive into.

NCL
While we were driving beside the Kahuli Bay, I noticed a large cruise ship moored at the dock and closer inspection found it to be the Pride of America of the Norwegian Cruise Lines. I checked up on this and it turns out this is part of a seven day cruise that starts and finishes in Honolulu and visits all of the major islands, stopping at Hilo and Kona on the big island and overnighting on Maui and Kauai. This itinerary is perfect for visiting all of the National Parks in Hawaii and still allows time with the overnight stops (unlike Alaska) to actually enjoy all that the islands have to offer. I want a do-over!

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