We finished our trip on the North Shore, in a little town called Paia. They don't have any big resorts with water slides or Hawaiian cliff divers, but there was an old pedicab in the courtyard that was good for climbing. It was just a short walk to the beach, although the water was a little rough for swimming. But there were lots of surfers to watch, and the waves were super fun with Daddy's help.
We treated ourselves to a babysitter (well, Brennan may not have thought it was much of a treat) and went out for a grown-up dinner at Mama's Fish House. The fish is so local and fresh that the menu lists the name of the person who caught it!
I think our hotel hooked us up - they arranged for the sitter and the dinner reservation, and we had one of the nicest tables in the restaurant:
We got an early start the next day and packed up Red Thunder for the long and windy road to Hana. Luckily, we could use Brennan as an excuse for not doing the whole drive, which takes about 3 hours - at which point, most people just turn around and drive back. We just went halfway, which gave us plenty of hairpin turns, one lane bridges, and stunning views of the seaside cliffs to one side and rainforest to the other.
Also, there was banana bread. Brennan liked that a lot. (Why banana bread? No idea. It's some "road to Hana" thing. We must have passed half a dozen banana bread roadside stands.)
We took a short detour off the road to the Keanae peninsula - I snapped a picture looking back at the Hana highway, which you can see as a tiny little line in the trees. There's not much on the peninsula - an old church, a handful of houses, a baseball diamond, and, of course, a banana bread stand. But it was beautiful, and the waves were pretty impressive:
The main attraction on the road to Hana - besides the road itself - are the tons of waterfalls, most a short hike from the road. Some people go swimming in these pools, but the water is actually pretty cold, and probably loaded with leptospirosis. For the sake of my Intrepid Photographer reputation, I did wade in up to the hem of my shorts to get some shots.
If I had the trip to do over - never mind that the conference in Wailea was the whole excuse for going - I'd have spent more time in Paia. Everyone was really friendly, it was easy to walk to the handful of restaurants (with fun window-shopping along the way), and it's a great jumping off point for the road to Hana or upcountry to Haleakala. And it's 15 minutes from the airport. Best of all, it has 2 gelato shops! Just west of town, we found a child-friendly beach - technically called Spreckelsville beach, but everyone just calls it Baby Beach. An exposed reef shelf breaks the waves, making a calm lagoon to play in:
We were sorry to leave, and not just because we knew it was cold & rainy back home. Traveling with a toddler is occasionally challenging, but mostly fun - and it teaches me to slow down, not to plan too much, and sometimes grab an afternoon nap. Mahalo, Maui.

