Post Card Perfect Ka’anapali Beach Walk to Royal Lahaina
After studying the terrain around the Ka’anapali Beach Hotel, I decided to walk the other direction down the Ka’anapali Beach Walk to see how far I could get. It was unclear as to whether the beach walk connects to the Royal Lahaina from my hotel, so I pulled up the website and entered chat mode with a clerk at the Royal Lahaina.
I asked her if I could walk along the beach to get to the Royal Lahaina and how long would it take. She said we’re right next door to you at the Ka’anapali Beach Hotel. Look, I know you live here and everything, and you come to work every day so you can obviously your way around, and I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but you are NOT next door to the Ka’anapali Beach Hotel.
Much arguing ensued. Perhaps she was confused about the golf course with the same name? Finally she conceded and said yes, it would take me 20 minutes to get there and they are not next door to my hotel.
That response filled me with great confidence. I set off in the hot sun. Plenty of sunscreen. Upon entering the Sheraton, the Ka’anapali Beach Walk virtually vanished, but I kept heading in the direction that made logical sense and eventually picked up the trail on the other side of the Sheraton. I passed by a beach, a lovely canal, and entered what I hoped was the grounds of the Royal Lahaina.
By the time I found this pool and noted a restaurant, I really didn’t care if it was the Royal Lahaina or not, this is where I was stopping for lunch. I was hot, sticky and tired of the direct sun beating down on my graying curly mop.
I ordered a “Paradise Found” cocktail made with rum and juices. Yes, I was celebrating, not only finding the restaurant but closing a sale in Sacramento. It was a difficult house to sell, but I managed to do it, sold over list price and without any Request for Repair. Well, there was a request to replace the door hinge in the garage as a loan condition, but we got the buyer to take care of it. I deserved a little rummy paradise.
My only regret is I did not take a photograph of the ahi green salad with avocado and a delicious wasabi-based dressing. I was so hungry I devoured it immediately and then proceeded to lick the bowl. I would order this again and again!
This little baby barred dove flew down to keep me company. Wasn’t shy at all. Please, Miss, won’t you share your ahi salad? No, it’s not a good idea to make wild birds dependent on humans. Go find your own ahi. And while you’re at it, don’t crap on the plastic bamboo.
The downside is I had to walk back in the hot sun. Although I did manage to stop along the way to shoot photos of interest. Here is a couple lying on the beach on towels. Most people who go to the beaches here do not lie on towels. They rent cabanas or umbrellas with chairs. Why don’t people object to me shooting photos of them? I have no idea, I’d be screaming at somebody who tried to take my picture without my permission.
Further, check out that guy’s neck. It’s red as a beet. So I guess he decided the best way to deal with that is to expose his back and see if he can sunburn that as well.
This is also where the Maui Eldorado Cabana is located. Which appears to be a private beach building for guests of the Maui Eldorado, but those accommodations do not seem to be near the beach.
Further up the beach, along the Ka’anpali Beach Walk heading toward Black Rock, I turned around to shoot this photo of the Royal Lahaina in the distance. There were not very many people at the beach, and it was around 2:30 PM. This seems to be a much quieter side of Ka’anapali Beach than where I am located, nestled between the Sheraton and the Westin.
There is a jetty of sorts, made of lava rock, by the beach, and on the other side is a canal. This side is bordered by all rock, and warning signs were plastered everywhere that read: stay out, go away, this means you, don’t trespass, get off this jetty, danger danger danger, but I ignored them and carefully made my way down the lava.
Signs are meant for those who are likely to turn their backs on the ocean and get swept away in the current, never to be heard of again, until their battered bodies land on a deserted beach somewhere.
Ducking out of the hot sun, I came upon this scene right out of a movie. It seems so picture perfect that it could be an oil painting. If I painted it, I would probably eliminate much of the green plants on the right side and lower the hillside a little, or maybe crop the bottom out.
Who I am kidding? I can’t even draw stick people much less paint. Still, I wanted to share these photos with you of my stroll along the Ka’anapali Beach Walk. I hope you enjoyed my blog for the day. Only 1 day left and I’m back in Sacramento again.