Whales, Sharks and Firemen

Whales, Sharks and Firemen

Aloha!
It always came as a surprise to me when I would be talking with tourists as a concierge in say, June, and they had no idea that had they come in winter, they could have seen whales.

Two Maui vessels last week reported seeing the mammals, the first two credible sightings this season. Humpback whale season generally runs from November through May. As many as 12,000 whales winter each year in the waters off Hawaii. Endangered humpback whales are protected in Hawaii.

On another note there was another shark attack on a visitor at Makena on Saturday afternoon. A 51-year-old woman from California was approximately 20 yards offshore when she was attacked by a shark estimated to be between 10 and 12 feet long. The Maui News reported that the woman suffered “non-life-threatening injuries, including puncture wounds to her right inner thigh and lacerations to the front and back of her right hand from pushing the shark away,” according to Fire Services Chief Lee Mainaga. The woman was transported to Maui Memorial Medical Center in stable condition. Ocean safety crews closed the beach.

I was plenty naïve when I moved to Hawaii. Seeeing a fire truck go by with surfboards strapped to the side, I remember thinking to myself, wow, when the waves get big, they just pull over and go surfing? (That’s what everybody else does!) Noooo. Those surfboards are for rescuing people. I’ve come a long way.

To wit: The body of a 35-year-old male diver was pulled from waters near Maalaea Saturday and pronounced dead at the scene. He was reported missing at 4 AM having last been seen around 3 AM, according to Lee Mainaga. (What was someone doing diving is that time of the morning?)He was spotted by a commercial ocean craft floating facedown a half-mile from the Beach park, then taken to the Maalaea boat ramp where he was pronounced dead by medics.

All of this plus a tsunami watch. It’s been a tense few days on Maui, but nothing like they are experiencing on the East Coast.

For those in safe, dry areas…Happy Halloween! Lahaina will be celebrating like crazy downtown in what they call the Mardi Gras of the Pacific. It gets absolutely nuts with the scanty costumes and copious alcohol. In true Hawaiian fashion, nothing is without its drama. A Hawaiian activist went to court to try to get the celebration stopped… He said it would interfere with Hawaiian historical areas. It was thrown out of court.

A hui hou! Mahalo for stopping by.
Aloha, Jamaica

Danger in Paradise

Mike grew up in Hawaii and did not wear shoes to school until high school. It simply wasn’t required. Absurd, right? I was flabbergasted when I found this out, and figured he had to be stretching the truth. But no, his childhood was just that great. Living a block from the beach, swimming every day, cutting school to go surfing, building his own sailfish and eventually teaching himself to shape surfboards. Then, surfing professionally. He is one chill dude.


I, on the other hand, was a Midwestern kid who stood at the school bus stop in a blizzard, swathed in snow suit, snow boots and the ubiquitous scarf wrapped around my face…the scarf that eventually freezes to a kid’s face with snot. My childhood was spent plotting ways to get out of Dodge at the first available opportunity. And here I am in Maui.

How did Mike and I end up together? Everyone knows opposites attract. He is the uber-surfer, fish-in-a-previous- life guy. He’s had so many careers people can’t keep up, and they all involved water: he was a diver for black coral (back when it was legal) diver for tropical fish (ditto), professional surfer, Boat Captain, and was a Fireman on Oahu. He was recruited to jump out of helicopters and rescue people. You saw the movie “The Guardian”? That was him, but in Hawaii and warm water. Big, big waves.

On the North Shore of Oahu, tourists constantly get too close to the water and get snatched off and hauled out to sea by those big waves. The water will look so innocuous, while the tourist is busy searching for shells or sea glass… and then WHOOSH! they are gone.  And Mike was called in. I’ve seen him walk up to total strangers on the beach and warn them that the surf is too high. And what do they do? Ignore him and let their five year old keep playing right at the shore line. That’s what those orange flags mean, folks.

It doesn’t seem that Hawaii would be a place fraught with danger and drama, but oh, how it is. I almost drowned the second time I hiked on Maui. I had waded across a stream (out towards Hana), and was sitting on a big boulder communing with nature and eating a sandwich. I was so content and languid, like a big snake sunning itself, happy and warm.

Then I detected the sound of the water rushing just a bit faster. Then faster.  And then so fast I was scrambling off the rock, trying to comprehend it. How could this be happening? It was a stream, for God’s sake. I found out later that those streams feed the water supply from the mountains, and the Powers That Be had opened the flood gates to feed more water to the people. I literally had my life flash before my eyes as the water rose and I struggled with everything in me to wade back across what had been a stream of water but was very suddenly an angry, rushing river. The only thing I could think of was that I had no identification on me and that my mother would see a newsclip in California about an unidentified hiker drowned in Hawaii, and she would never know it was me.

A couple of months ago I was hiking Twin Falls with my niece and her friend. It’s a popular spot on Maui, where people love to go swim under the waterfalls:


Suddenly, there was a flash flood. (What seems like a little rain in the rainforest is a giant storm up in the mountains). I saw the stream rising and knew immediately that we had to get out. I told the girls we had to leave, but they balked. They were too busy having fun! I insisted. People were already struggling to get back across the stream, slipping on boulders and joining hands to stay upright.

And yet, the families who had just arrived, who were headed into the rainforest?  Clueless.  And poo-poohing my warning that the water could take their children down and under. They just didn’t care; they had driven all this way and were determined to hike and swim under the falls.

I wonder to this day if those kids all made it out in one piece.
Just like those people who ignored Mike on the shoreline.
When in Maui, boy-howdy it’s wise to listen to the people who live there…it could save not only your vacation, but your life.

Copyright Jamaica Michaels, 2012. All rights reserved. May not be reblogged or reprinted without express written permission of the author.