Hui Waʻa Kaukahi

Nui a lehulehu na mokupuni, ʻaʻole lawa ka manawa

So many islands, so little time!

Category: Paddles

  • The Super Mokulua Island Surf Clinic

    The Super Mokulua Island Surf Clinic

    Story by Kevin Ching

    March 01,2026

    Exactly 3 weeks later, the Super Bowl Surf Clinic transformed into the Super Mokulua Island Surf Clinic, Sunday March 1st 2026. The original date was doomed by a storm front which materialized on the day of the clinic, so I was concerned about the new date. The weather had been so unstable, all the reports were different this time. The wind would calm and the storm front approaching was all vapor and no substance. Still I was concerned since there was considerable cloud coverage after a week of pretty nice weather. Driving over the Pali in darkness, the clouds were more extensive on the windward side of the Koʻolau.

    Arriving at the boat ramp, still before sunrise, I was surprised to see all the parking stalls taken, “Wow these guys come early!” I knew that quite a few paddlers had signed up for the clinic, so where are they all going to park? I parked in the trees and took my Strike off the truck and started to set it up. Before long, Carol and Roya showed up with their red Malibu 2 and they found a spot and one by one all 17 paddlers unloaded their kayaks and somehow found a parking spot, pretty amazing considering how busy this place can get.

    Bill, Steve, Stan and later Paul arrived and thankfully helped with the clinic, as we started with the Captain’s meeting. Some really good questions came from the group about how to punch through waves and specific questions about the low brace, in which Bill demonstrated. Before long it was time to launch as the armada led by Bill paddle towards the Mokulua Islands. Surfline mentioned the surf would be 4 to 6 feet in Kailua, so we paddled cautiously. As we approached the islands waves were breaking at the reef north of the islands and it was with caution as we approached the surf site. Steve and his nephew Tommy were already there checking out the surf and it looked like it was the break in between the islands that was punching, but I would take Sarah to the break fronting Mokulua Nui instead because it was the most organized but not very large sets.

    The rest of the group landed on the island, following the lead of Bill as the occasional “haystack” waves clapped together right I front of the beach. Sarah eventually had enough of the waves and joined the rest of the group on the beach. The group spent the day exploring the island, several had never been there before and I remembered what it was like when I first made it there decades ago. The parking lot may have been full, but the beach did not appear as full as it usually would be.

    Since the surf was quite smaller than what Surfline had reported, I decided to join Steve in the break in between the islands and the waves were considerably gnarlier. I caught one of the bigger waves and surfed left hard, but this wave would not have me do this as it started to bowl back towards the submerged rocks. The kolohe wave actually became rough and started to turn my Strike to the right, directly into the submerged rocks, when the wave passed, I immediately paddle hard to the left to get out of the danger, my paddle striking many of the rocks below, but here came the second wave and as usually the case, it is even more gnarly and as I leaned into the wave, I hulied, this time my foot was caught in the foot strap and I could not pull it out, then came the third wave and I thought there goes the ankle as the Strike started to roll. My foot finally came free, saving my ankle, but now I had to self-rescue in a rock garden. I rolled up jumped into my kayak and paddled away, with memories of the same thing happening the last time I paddled with Steve at the In Between Break at the Mokulua Island when I gouged my brand new Strike. This time I had a few more gouges, but she still surfs like a champ.

    After a few more rides, I paddled the mauka side of the island and signaled to group that it was time to make the long paddle back to the boat ramp. Debbie wanted to follow Steve and his nephew as they wanted to surf the breaks back to the beach. I advised her not to follow them based on my experience with the Rock Garden incident and she finally agreed and she paddled towards the rest of the group. That was a good thing as everyone made it back after what everyone agreed was a great outing.

  • February 2026 Paddles

    February 2026 Paddles

    Story by Terry Shimabukuro

    Feb 28, 2026

    February started off fine with nice weather for the year’s first Meet & Greet at Magic Island and ended with great conditions for Weed Out the Wimps. Strong winds and heavy downpours canceled the middle of the month paddles, however.

    A strong turnout with a good mix of newbies and vets showed up for the Meet & Greet. While the weather was fine, the surf was a little bigger than forecast forcing us to turn around sooner than desired. Kevin led us out the Halekulani Channel so that we’d be outside the breakers on the return leg. Unfortunately, one distracted paddler hulied on a swell at the end of the channel. Luckily, an Ocean Safety jet ski happened to be monitoring the surfers out there and it quickly swooped in to tow “Splash” and his kayak past the swell.

    Ruby and Lois secured the picnic site for a delicious post-paddle potluck lunch. Even though we had a little more excitement than normal for a beginner level paddle we convinced two new members to join on the spot. E komo mai Sam and Penni!

    Rough weather the day before kept most paddlers away from the Weed Out the Wimps paddle, but Steve and I put our faith in the forecast that predicted a break in the nasty weather and were rewarded with beautiful kayaking conditions. We opted not to do a carpool for two and did a round trip to Peleʻs Chair and back instead. Calm seas allowed us to go around Manana where I had the thrill of hearing two whales exhale behind me. I turned quickly to watch their next few breaths before diving back under. On the return leg I saw another koholā in full breach near the horizon. Made my day!

    We both returned to the beach with empty fish bags, but happy that we trusted the weatherman and got to enjoy some of the most breathtaking scenery on ʻOahu.

    Please enjoy this video recap of our February paddles:

  • Planes, Kayaks and Automobiles

    Planes, Kayaks and Automobiles

    Story and photos by Amy Fujimoto

    January 25, 2026

    We met early at the Sand Island Boat Launch Facility — Bill (our paddle leader), myself, Debi, Miki, and Stan — and immediately began the logistical dance that comes with a one-way paddle. Bill and I drove our cars to the landing point at Puʻuloa Beach Park at the end of Fort Weaver Road, while Stan kindly chauffeured us back to Sand Island. By the time we returned, Debi and Miki were ready to paddle. Sandy joined us for the start, paddling with us through Keʻehi Lagoon and part of the runway before turning back, so most of the day’s adventure belonged to the five of us.

    It turned out to be a great paddle. The water was incredibly flat and glassy, even once we were out in the open ocean. Bill commented that this was the flattest he’d ever seen, which was especially good news for Miki and me since we were in for an eight-mile day.

    The clear water made the paddle even more special. We could see tiny reef fish weaving through the coral below us, and several turtles surfaced nearby for quick breaths before slipping back under. One unforgettable moment came when we spotted what we thought was either rubbish or floating, lifeless turtle — only to discover it was actually a Hawaiian monk seal enjoying a lazy rest. It eventually woke up, swam a couple of curious circles around Bill’s kayak, and then disappeared quietly into the depths.

    One of the most unique parts of this route is that you paddle along the entire length of the runway. Planes were constantly gliding in over our heads to land or roaring off beside us, all in perfect, orderly rhythm. Up close, the long wall beside the runway slowly changes from rock to massive dolos blocks, which is surprisingly interesting to see from the water.

    Once we passed the runway and neared the Pearl Harbor access channel, the waves and wind picked up a little, but it was still very manageable. We stayed well clear of Pearl Harbor and the firing range — definitely not a place you want to wander into — and before long we were lined up with Puʻuloa Beach Park. From there it was a straight shot in, with the occasional wave giving us a gentle push toward shore.

    Getting back on our land legs turned out to be the hardest part of the day. We were all a bit wobbly, and the deep sand didn’t make things any easier. Dragging our kayaks up the steep beach took some effort, but we were able to rinse the sand off our kayaks and wheel them back to the cars in good time.

    The highlight on land was watching Bill work his magic loading four kayaks onto the top of his car. It earned him a well-deserved round of applause — and a commemorative photo — before we all headed our separate ways.

    It was a very successful paddle and a truly unique one. I’d highly recommend this route when it comes around again, especially if we’re lucky enough to get water as calm and beautiful as we had on this day.

  • Wolf Moon Paddle

    Wolf Moon Paddle

    Story by Sarah Schlehr

    Cover photo by Sandy, others as noted

    January 3, 2026

    Sixteen kayakers paddled under the supermoon to the Kāneʻohe sandbar last Saturday night. We paddled under the Wolf moon, but there was no howling on this trip.

    Before the paddle, the forecast looked bleak. But, Terry kept a close watch on the weather and, despite some cloud cover, our moonlit paddle was rain free and an easy glide across the water.

    I received a warm welcome when I arrived at the Heʻeia Kea Boat Harbor. We began with introductions and a short safety briefing. As always, Hui Waʻa members put safety first. Extra glow sticks were passed around to ensure every boat had some light. Kayaks were put in pairs and every pair had at least one radio! There would be no getting lost in the dark on this trip.

    My paddle buddy was Sandy. We had fun paddling and talking on our way to the sandbar. I learned she accomplished her goal of circumnavigating around the entire island in her kayak—a bucket list goal for me! We shared stories about our kayaking and travel adventures. Along the way, the moon played hide and seek and offered many stunning views as it peaked through the clouds.

    On our way out to the sandbar, a flashing green light helped us navigate in the dark. We gathered at the blinking light and then took a left turn to the sandbar. The way the light from the moon lit up the clouds was spectacular. But photo credits will need to go to others as I routinely neglect to take any photos myself.

    After everyone arrived at the sandbar safely, we got out of our boats to enjoy the low tide and mingle in the moonlight. Eileen, Terry and Norm shared yummy homemade snacks with everyone. We did some moongazing and got lucky enough to see the supermoon make a full appearance from amongst the clouds. After eating and mingling, we took some fun group photos.

    Our paddle back to the boat harbor was similarly easy. A blinking red light guided us to shore, and all made it back safely.

    This was my second time paddling to the sandbar with the Hui Waʻa in the dark, but my first time as an official club member. Paddling under the moonlight is such a unique experience. I’m looking forward to more unique and fun kayaking adventures with the Hui Waʻa!

  • POV: Hui Waʻa Kaukahi Christmas Party 2025 by A Newbie

    POV: Hui Waʻa Kaukahi Christmas Party 2025 by A Newbie

    Story photos and videos by Nadine Owen

    December 16, 2025

    1st thought:

    Wow! These kayakers clearly know how to party on both water and land. There was no potluck sign-up sheet (that I was aware of), no continuous long email strings, no mild chaos… and yet somehow an epic, delicious, and wildly diverse spread of pupu and dinner dishes appeared. Suspiciously impressive!

    2nd thought:

    Wait.. am I really standing inside the almost 100-year-old HTMC house? After 10 years and counting of hiking the various trails across the Hawaiian islands with many Meetup Hiking groups – but never worthy enough with HTMC – I felt like I’d accidentally wandered into the Royal Palace of Hiking.

    3rd thought:

    There are a lot of very happy people here who will cheerfully comply with being coerced into singing, hula-ing, doing something with only hands, and surviving a solid 5 minutes (10 if you include rehearsal and “one more run-through”) of “The Twelve Days of Christmas” local style. And the gift exchange, where you steal presents while warmly wishing the victim “Merry Christmas”, was surprisingly wholesome. It almost softened the blow of ending up with the exact gift I brought … and had been hoping to permanently evict from my house.

    Sing-a-long caroling
    The Twelve Days of Christmas Hula

    Joking aside, I was very impressed with the festive party that I heard was organized by Eileen and Nikko and truly enamored by the musical talents of Macky, Nikko, Norm and Mary Ann. Mahalo Hui Waʻa Kaukahi ohana for the warm welcome – clearly I’ve found my people!

    [Editor’s Addendum: The club recognized Joe Hu for the countless years of leadership that he has provided to the club. Chalsa gave him a nice tribute and presented him with a plaque made by Elliott.]