Molokai Papohaku Beach

It seems so long ago that we were actually in Hawaii, I’m almost embarrassed to post any more vacation pics. But I took so many. LOL. AND, how can I stop chronicling the adventure when I’m only about halfway through?

When planning the trip, one of the reasons I selected that particular cottage on Molokai was its proximity to a big beach that’s often deserted. Never mind the fact that the surf is too rough for swimming. The thought of having a three-mile stretch of beach all to ourselves was pretty enticing.

It was close enough that we could have walked to get there, but we decided to drive.

We’d actually seen the park from the road the day we arrived. When driving to the cottage for the first time, we’d missed our turn. I only realized we’d gone too far when I saw the sign for the beach park.

So, when we finally rustled-up enough gumption to actually leave the resort property about three days into our stay, we drove over to the park to see the big beach.

It was amazing.

It really was just as big, beautiful, and deserted as had been described.

Like the beaches closer to our cottage, there were some very rocky stretches, but there were also a lot of sandy areas.

The sand actually seemed to have a slightly more-reddish cast to it.

We walked a bit. Gawked a bit. Sat and pondered life for a bit. And I took far too many pics of the water.

It was perfect. Not too hot. Quiet. Unpopulated.

The water was completely mesmerizing for me.

It really was a special place. Not just Papohaku Beach Park, Molokai in general.

So many interesting colors and textures. With a constant soundtrack of crashing surf, waves retreating over sand, songbirds singing… it really was paradise.

And, to that point, we’d still only seen very small pieces of the island.

The next day, we actually drove to the other end of the island to see an extra-special beach I’d seen described in some of the literature. We finally got to see a black-sand beach up close with our own eyes.

More on that in the next post…