Camping at Kiholo Bay

In the Fall of 2009, surrounded by the red rocks of Moab, Utah, we snuggled up in a tent and talked about Hawaii. It was when we were camping that the conversations started and the thought of actually moving to Hawaii together became a possibility.

We love camping. Moab was exactly half way for us. 5 hours from St. George and 5 hours from Denver. We used to pack up the cars and meet in the middle for a weekend of camp fires, tents, and chilly evenings. Since moving to Hawaii, we've missed camping. We love the exhilarating feeling of packing up the car for the weekend. Driving hours to find the perfect destination and setting up. Unfortunately, you can drive around the entire island in about 3 hours so the "road trip" feeling doesn't really exist. However, this past weekend. We decided it was time and we went camping.

We packed up the car with our boards, tent, hot dogs and beer and set out about 35 minutes outside of town to a place called Kiholo Bay. We were weary at first because it was a holiday weekend and the beach was packed! However, with a little cruising, we were able to find the perfect secluded camp site and parked right on the beach.

We spent the day on the stand up paddle board and whale watching. Tommy strummed the ukelele while Munson and I snuggled up in the sand.

The evening was closed with hot dogs on the grill and a champagne toast to one of the most beautiful sunsets we've seen since living here. The sky was a radiant orange/red and the sun fell perfectly behind the palm trees. It really felt like we were in a post card. But no, it was real life. Our life.

In the morning, we paddled out on the water that was so clear it was like riding a glass bottom boat. We shared some breakfast and headed back to town.

It was a fabulous weekend and we're kicking ourselves for not finding this spot sooner. Good thing, we live here and can go any time we want. Next time, I hope you'll join us...

Love and Aloha,

D & T