Weighing all sides
The rutted four-wheel drive dirt road down to Wailea Beach wound through kiawe trees and blue rock boulders to end, if memory serves, near where the Grand Wailea Resort’s Humuhumunukunukuapua‘a restaurant now sits. The access road was soon to be gated off, but we didn’t know that the night we gathered to bid farewell to a friend moving to the Mainland. Like many contemporaries of the time, he was leaving to go where job opportunities and chances of someday owning a home were better. This was back in the 1980s when it was possible to have an entire beach to yourself on a quiet ...