Just like home in Southern California, Hawai’i does not have much in terms of seasons. I usually joke around with people, saying the only way you really now the seasons have changed, is when the flavors at Starbucks have changed.
With Fall being my favorite season of all, and living where the leaves stay green all year round, I was craving some Autumn-like activities. So Matt and I set out on a Sunday and did a little Aloha-style October fun. Our apartment has had decorations for over a month, and I already had three pumpkins, but I still wanted to get one from the Waimanalo Country Farms patch. When we showed up it felt as if half the island was walking around the cleared out corn field taking family photos, and drinking some of their famous nalo-ade. We had some hot dogs, watched the goats, and laughed at the site of people dressed head to toe in winter clothes walking around (it was in the 90’s). Eventually we found a winner, and took home our prize pumpkin for $12.
We were blessed to have great weather for this Sunday out and about, and knew that we couldn’t let it go to waste. We wanted to end our day in our favorite area, Haleiwa, and being on the opposite side of the island, we had a trek in front of us. What better way to continue our journey other than coffees in Kailua. We stopped at my usual shop Morning Brew, and enjoyed being surrounded by the smell of espresso, and warm muffins. Now would this have been better with giant oak trees out front and a little bit of cloud coverage? Of course. But this is aloha style, so blue skies and palm trees it was.
We had a little over an hour drive till we reached Haleiwa, and along the route there are tons of little niches that are unique to O’ahu, and this time we stopped at one. We have seen this tree dozens of times, it sort of reminds of a nautical Christmas tree. Thankfully there was parking along the side of the road for us to hop out real quick. The ground was surprisingly flat, and seemingly perfect for a picnic, we noted that for next time.
After a few pictures, and stretching our legs, we were back on the road towards the North Shore. We could tell that the closer we got that the ocean was looking more and more less peaceful. And as the waves got continuously bigger alongside the road, there were more and more trucks and cars parked along the sides. After some deliberation we decided that we had to at least check out Pipeline to see what was going on. The waves were hitting about 10-15ft, and you could hear them slam down on shore line. It was crazy to see just what nature could do. It was also just as insane watching everyone heading out on body boards and short boards to go ride these waves.
It may not be in the 60’s and I can’t quite wear my boots or flannels without sweating, but I think aloha-style fall isn’t all that bad. I will get my Vermont issued Autumn one day, with all the orange and red leaves I can get. But where else can you go to a pumpkin patch and watch people surf massive waves, while drinking out of cold coconuts? I’l enjoy these unique experiences while I can.