Every trip to Ka’anapali is the best trip, but this one, seriously, was the best of the best.
Well, except for the getting there. Nine of us arrived at LAX all ready to hula but our airplane decided not to dance. Boarded. Waited. Waited. Waited. De-planed. Waited. Waited. Waited. You know how it goes.
But finally a new plane was found and we made it to Maui before sunset:
Taylor was already there, making good use of his time:
It was all worth waiting for. Angie got this shot of the kids at sunset:
Then we settled down to the tough job of checking off the to-do list.
1) say hello to Keoki, the sulfur-crested cockatoo who we’ve greeted on every trip to Ka’anapali since the 1980’s:
2) James takes a ride on the water slide:
3) Head to the Hula Grill for dinner at a table in the sand:
4) Grandpa always pops for ice cream at Whalers Village after dinner:
Repeat, repeat, repeat as the days melt away. We ate so many times at Hula Grill that they awarded us a complimentary slice of Hula Pie:
A surprise visit from John made our tribe almost complete:
All we were missing was Daniel, but he was there in spirit:
Taylor and Thomas conquered Black Rock:
Such a great uncle:
And such beautiful families:
It’s a little slice of Paradise:
Hey, CE, can we start planning the next trip?
Mahalo, everyone, for making Maui 2017 so special!