January second brought us a first: flying a small plane over Haleakalā. It began with another “explore” day for the family, with people going off in assorted groups of varying sizes to do different things. As you might imagine, our choice of activity was flying so we decided on a flight to Hana. Moments after takeoff, that plan changed.
While much of Maui had clear blue skies, starting at about Ako Point there was a low cloud layer to the East. Hana would almost certainly be under it, and I didn’t want to fly low over ocean or dense jungle. So began our climb to see if by some fluke the Hana area was clear so we could nip out for a look. A couple of minutes later it was clear that the cloud extended well out East over the ocean.
Already having some altitude and being near it, Haleakalā was the obvious Plan B. So after this glance at the last visible Hana Road waterfalls we turned southeast climbing at full power.
Soon varied colors and textures in a crater moonscape was capped by the observatory.
It’s vast and of course our panorama was striking in every direction well beyond what the camera can capture, but here’s another angle revealing hints of green as we crossed toward the East coast.
Flying past the caldera’s East rim, Hana again tempted us with this slice of Kipahulu Point, site of Charles Lindbergh’s grave. Of course Hana itself (and its airport) was off to the left under that cloud so we kept on climbing.
In the hazy distance, the snow-capped big island of Hawaii also tempted us but the trip we planned from home had already been modified by persistent cloud and rain. Flying all the islands and having time on each is a great excuse to go back.
So before turning back we took a long look at the eastern side of Maui while anticipating a flight that includes Hana next time.
Out across the caldera from here offered better light with less haze to dim the colors.
Past the observatory near the road are some interesting small craters that get you pondering how active this volcano might still be, even above that caldera we’d crossed minutes before.
Looking back along that ridge past those craters we took a last look at the observatory.
Easing off the throttle to cool the engine gradually, we began descent back to the airport (OGG). In minutes we were preparing to land, with a good view of the big sugar mill in its process of shutting down for good.
In well under an hour we’d sated our souls with food for dreams.
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