Hui Waʻa Kaukahi

Nui a lehulehu na mokupuni, ʻaʻole lawa ka manawa

So many islands, so little time!

Author: Carolyn Corley

  • Mokulēʻia to Kaʻena Point — Stan’s Quest Fulfilled!

    Mokulēʻia to Kaʻena Point — Stan’s Quest Fulfilled!

    Story, photos and video by Carolyn Corley

    Cover photo by Sandy Johnson

    April 27, 2025

    Our last paddle in April, originally planned from Mākua to Kaʻena Point (with hopes of spying spinner dolphins), changed at the last minute to take advantage of a rare confluence of conditions. For a while now, Stan Dalbec has championed the idea of a round-trip paddle from Mokulēʻia to Kaʻena Point, to notch this stretch of the coastline in an Oʻahu circumnavigation without the hassle of a car pool. Though Stan had tackled this route on his own before, the stars (and surf) never quite aligned for an official club outing… until that beautiful Sunday morning.

    Under practically perfect conditions — smooth water with just a slight, breezy headwind — ten lucky paddlers embarked on this journey on clear blue waters revealing an array of corals and fishes below. We also glimpsed a few honu popping up for breath along the way. Then, amidst the gentle swells at Kaʻena Point, Stan called our attention to a wayward humpback whale (or two?) off to the north performing some dramatic fin and tail slaps. Terry and Stan attempted to check out a cove on the westward side of the Point, but conditions became too treacherous closer to shore. Better luck next time!

    Koholā puts on a tail-slapping show!

    The journey back to Mokulēʻia was a bit more challenging. Although we now had a nice wind at our backs, the surface current persisted in pushing us backwards. My buddy Steven and I, in our rudderless Cobra tandem, got quite the upper body workout. Arm day gains pay off in due time. Meanwhile, Eileen and Sandy were greeted by a monk seal gliding beneath and between their boats, and Steve reeled in a two-pound fish for his dinner.

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    To round out the day, we met up for a delicious lunch at Peruvian Corner in Waialua, where we enjoyed some yucca (cassava) fries, ceviche and Aji de Gallina (like a Peruvian curry).

    All in all, a spectacular day and a triumphant checkmark on Stan’s list. Mahalo to all who came out! 

  • Turtletown Paddle

    Turtletown Paddle

    Story by Carolyn Corley

    September 29, 2024

    It’s turtle time! On a cloudy, breezy morning, thirteen of us intrepid kayakers, led by Eileen Helmstetter, set out from Kualoa Point hoping to see some honu. We were joined by many of the ‘usual suspects’: Vice President Bill Murphy, Sandy Johnson, Tim Sawyer and Ben Burgess (paddling his brand-new Swell Scupper 16) along with first-timers Westin and Siri in a tandem.

    Paddling across Kāne‘ohe Bay is a mesmerizing experience, surrounded by clear, shallow waters revealing coral formations teeming with colorful fish of all sizes and stripes, not to mention the spectacular green backdrop of the Ko‘olau Mountains.

    Though our path across the bay was clear at first, a light squall soon rolled in from the east. More clouds gathered, darkening the sky, and a cool, refreshing drizzle began to fall. This rain did little to dampen our spirits though—the raindrops rippled the water’s surface, only adding to the bay’s mystique. The wind picked up slightly, making our paddle a bit more challenging but still manageable. Fortunately the squall was quick to pass.

    As we emerged from the rain, we arrived at Turtletown, a portion of the bay known for its population of Hawaiian green sea turtles. Ironically, while some of us espied honu on the way to or from Turtletown, we saw none in this particular section. Alas and alack, Mother Nature needs no stage manager and follows no performance schedule for us humans. The storms to the east had murked up the water a bit, but the shallow waters were nonetheless ideal for snorkeling and getting a closer look at the myriad schools of fishes darting amongst the corals.

    Following our brief little visit to Turtletown, we climbed back on our kayaks and made our way back to the campsite, feeling a renewed connection to the serene beauty of Kāne‘ohe Bay and its marine life. The paddle back proved easier, with calm waters and the breeze more at our backs. The only wrinkle came about when I noticed almost too late that there were fishing lines cast far out in the water from the beach. Chalsa Loo helped me radio back to others to advise Tim and the others to approach from a more southerly direction to avoid the lines. Mahalo nui to our paddle leader Eileen, and to Tim for screenshots from his GPS tracker, and to Sandy for more fun snaps!

    P.S. For those of you curious about my audition later that evening… I got the part! Please come see me in Fool for Love running Nov. 22 — Dec. 8 at The Actors’ Group (https://taghawaii.net/) theater inside the Dole Cannery.

  • Kahana to Mālaekahana 2024

    Kahana to Mālaekahana 2024

    Story and Photos by Carolyn Corley (except as noted)

    July 6, 2024

    The morning dawned clear and bright with a slight, steady breeze from the east. I was excited for my first full-length paddle with the club since joining at the Cinco de Coptic Easter Meet and Greet at Kualoa Beach Park. Upon arriving on the beach at Kahana, we chanced to meet some folks from the nonprofit, Mai Uka Ku‘u Wa‘a, getting ready to launch their child-sized, handmade canoes for the first time. Among other Polynesian/Hawaiian cultural education programs, this group cuts down invasive trees and teaches kids how to carve their own canoe hulls with a traditional adze, or hand axe. I’ve included some footage of the maiden voyage of a Hawaiian style outrigger canoe complete with a sail.

    Maiden voyage of a Mai Uka Ku‘u Wa‘a canoe

    Once we set out on the water ourselves, we enjoyed a smooth paddle with spectacular views of the lush green Ko‘olaus. Terry and I stayed within the reef, thankfully, as the white caps beyond looked daunting. The ever-intrepid Steve took off with his fishing poles and was soon lost to sight, if not to radio signal. Bill and Sandy opted to put in further along the coast — and dear reader, I admit now that I probably should have joined them for a shorter paddle… more on that in a bit. Meanwhile, I reveled in the salty air tinged with the fragrance of plumerias with my pre-workout drink vibing through my veins. I was ready for adventure! Gliding along the coast, the water was an otherworldly shade of clear azure. We saw pristine, secluded beaches, heard many manu singing their songs, and even spied a couple honu surfacing for breath.

    As we approached Lāi‘e Point, the views and conditions became decidedly less serene. The wind picked up significantly and the waves responded in kind. While I never felt in any danger of tipping my rented Scrambler XT, the wide, rudderless boat was ponderously slow and difficult to steer amongst the swells. The thought that kept me going was, “I will not be rescued off the water today. I WILL NOT be rescued off the water today!” A mantra of determination and hubris. I paddled furiously to keep up with Terry, who had the patience of saint throughout my ordeal. Despite the challenges, I was nevertheless thrilled to see the dramatically rugged coastline, not to mention the puka — a testament to the ocean’s relentless power. I’m ever in awe of the combined natural forces that shaped our island home.

    Lāi‘e Point with waves in foreground
    The big surf at Lāi‘e Point gave us a thrilling ride! – photo by Terry
    Looking through the Kukuiho‘olua Isle Arch
    Looking through the Kukuiho‘olua Islet Arch – photo by Terry

    Once we arrived at Māleakahana, the waters calmed once more, but my poor arms were noodles from the workout. I had precious little left in the tank when I finally huli’d ashore, losing my cap and sunglasses to waves, alas. But I popped right back up and was grateful to Bill and Steve for hauling my boat up the beach. Exhausted as I was, I beamed with pride when Terry said that having made my way through the gauntlet of Lāi‘e officially qualified me for any paddle around the island.

    As with many challenges I’ve faced in this life, I survived this excursion with about half as much grace as I wish I had yet double the amount of strength and endurance I ever imagined I had. And lesson learned: rudders rule! Once more unto the breach, dear friends! (Gotta add some Shakespeare in there, couldn’t help myself 😁)