Please Don’t Come to Ka’anapali.

I’m sure you are witty, charming and attractive, but I don’t want to see you here at Ka’anapali. It’s already too crowded. There is no room for you. I do not want to share pool chairs, the Beach Walk or a sand table at the Hula Grill with you. There are not enough Mai Tai’s here for me and for you. (Please note: if you are Hugh Laurie, Joel Kinnaman or Charlie Hunnam, the foregoing does not apply to you.)

Only Hugh Laurie is allowed to watch sunsets like this with me.

Only Hugh Laurie is allowed to watch sunsets like this with me.

Ka’anapali is bustling and sometimes just a bit much so. We’ve been coming here since the 80’s and every visit we’ve had to get up earlier and earlier to reserve chairs by the pool, and the wait for dinner at Hula Grill gets a bit longer. Stay away!

There is not enough hula pie to go around. Please stay home.

There is not enough hula pie to go around. Please stay home.

Truthfully, I guess we are the ones cluttering up the place. This visit, we had a total head count of fourteen. Baby Caleigh chalked up her first visit to Hawaii at five months of age, and I will not apologize for the fact that most of my photos are of her.

No apologies.

No apologies.

Uncle Daniel and Caleigh

Uncle Daniel and Caleigh

Our first wave brought the CE and me, Taylor, Daniel and Chris. Tina, John and their three girls arrived a few days later. Then Angie flew in with her boys and Bobby made a last-minute appearance. Lots of fun for us all.

Taylor and Daniel try to make pasty white look cool.

Taylor and Daniel try to make pasty white look cool.

Chris and Daniel

Chris and Daniel

John and Caleigh

John and Caleigh

Viv, Tina and Evie

Viv, Tina and Evie

Aunt Angie and baby Caleigh

Aunt Angie and baby Caleigh

Bobby and James relax by the pool.

Bobby and James relax by the pool.

Thomas made a luau stage appearance within half an hour of his arrival.

Thomas made a luau stage appearance within half an hour of his arrival.

Cousins!

Cousins!

There are plenty of places to stay at Ka’anapali, but we always come back to the Westin. Lots of memories here of the girls and the boys when they were young, and now the grandkids are enjoying the water slides, snow cones and tete a tetes with resident cockatoo, Keoki.

The Westin Maui pool

The Westin Maui pool

James enjoys a dip.

James enjoys a dip.

Twenty-plus years of riding the water slide for the CE. (photo credit: Angie)

Twenty-plus years of riding the water slide for the CE. (photo credit: Angie)

Keoki has been here as long as we can remember. His handler told us that he is forty-three years old!

Keoki has been here as long as we can remember. His handler told us that he is forty-three years old!

The days start early here. The CE and I are entrusted with early pool duty, which is a rigorous responsibility. If you arrive much past 6 am, you will have to fight for a chair in the shade. If you’re looking for isolation, Ka’anapali is probably not your choice destination. Proof of urbanization: we noticed this trip that a second Starbucks has popped up along the Ka’anapali Beach Walk.

You have to stake out your pool chairs while the moon is still in the sky.

You have to stake out your pool chairs while the moon is still in the sky.

The beach walk is one of Ka’anapali’s greatest assets – it stretches from the Hyatt at the south end all the up to North Ka’anapali. This morning we took a four-mile stroll.

The CE boots up for a walk.

The CE boots up for a walk.

Molokai looks lovely from the Beach Walk in the early morning.

Molokai looks lovely from the Beach Walk in the early morning.

The day is spent between the pool and the beach. You’d be amazed how fast seven hours go by!

Daniel, Chris and Viv by the pool.

Daniel, Chris and Viv by the pool.

Beach floating. (photo credit: Angie)

Beach floating. (photo credit: Angie)

Evie and Viv teach Uncle Taylor how to do ballet.

Evie and Viv teach Uncle Taylor how to do ballet.

Sometimes we take a break from all the hard work and break out a deck of cards. Uno, Hearts and Cribbage have all been a hit this trip.

Hearts game. Looks like Taylor just got the Queen.

Hearts game. Looks like Taylor just got the Queen.

John learns cribbage and immediately skunks Tina.

John learns cribbage and immediately skunks Tina.

Uno!

Uno!

Evenings here start and end early. We might wander over to the Hula for a fish sandwich, or to Leilani’s, because they have that awesome Hula Pie. Last night the CE and I took the four little ones while the younger adults went out for a date night.

Ready for a night out.

Ready for a night out.

By contrast, this was our version of "fine dining" last night.

By contrast, this was our version of “fine dining” last night.

And, of course, after dinner, there is time to play on the lawn or go for ice cream.

Uncle Daniel entertains the girls on the lawn  at Hula Grill after dinner.

Uncle Daniel entertains the girls on the lawn at Hula Grill after dinner.

James and Thomas know their way around an ice cream cone.

James and Thomas know their way around an ice cream cone.

As you can see, Ka’anapali is a most undesirable place to be. You would never, ever want to come here, right? I can’t wait to come back, and hope NOT to see you while I’m here!

Just one more picture of Caleigh if you don't mind.

Just one more picture of Caleigh if you don’t mind.

About polloplayer

Empty nester searching for meaning of life through the occasional chicken epiphany.
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4 Responses to Please Don’t Come to Ka’anapali.

  1. Katherine says:

    Beautiful family.
    After 20+ years, is the CE so blase going down the water-slide that he’s texting while doing it? Intriguing.

  2. Ang says:

    What a magical place to come to and do absolutely nothing productive. Such a special place filled with years of memories thanks to the CE and Pollo. We couldn’t be more grateful. ❤

  3. pollo amigo says:

    Looks like another great Gutsche adventure!

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