We stood in the
jungle rain forest at the pool and waterfall getting drenched by sheets of rain. Can you get drenched if you are already soaking wet? By the time we made our way back to the car, we might as well have gone swimming with our clothes on. Mosquitoes were swarming even in the rain. How did they do that? In California mosquitoes do not fly, let alone swarm, when it is raining. Have I mentioned TR is highly allergic to mosquitoes? As in, often needs medical care if she receives bites? Jeez, were we having fun!
We needed to make a decision, keep driving onward or give up on our disaster of a day?
We were ten miles from Wainapanapa, but with the rain it could easily take us another 45 minutes of winding roads to get there. RC and Briefcase wanted to head home. (RC’s exact words were he “would rather be punched in the neck repeatedly” than continue on.) TR said she didn’t think she could handle the road going back without getting sick and would rather go on to Wainapanapa so we could rest there for an hour or two. Visions of a barfy car made the decision for us. We decided to go forward.
No one puked in the next 45 minutes. That was a promising sign.
We pulled into Wainapanapa State Park and the rain slowed to a drizzle. We parked, pulled out our picnic lunch and found a picnic table. It was five hours since we had left our condo and our sunny little beach. As we ate lunch, once again, spirits rose. The lunch was better than expected (meaning edible), we had achieved a goal by getting this far, and everyone was excited to begin exploring.
Thunder suddenly boomed … and again, a torrential downpour ensued. We ran for the car and finished lunch staring out in amazement at the quantity of rain falling from the sky.
Eventually the rain slowed again and we decided to explore while we had the opportunity. The lighting was not good for photography due to the weather, but here’s a look at Wainapanapa. You can see a little of the black beach in the foreground.
Here’s a closer look at the lava rock:
And here’s the phenomenal black beach:
The scenery throughout the park is breathtaking. We spent quite a long time hiking up on the cliffs and down on the rocks by the beach. We even explored a few caves.
Once we were done exploring Wainapanapa, PR announced he was hungry again. PR has not stopped eating in weeks – it is a teenage boy thing. He is starving always. There is no food at Wainapanapa. The rain began again. We decided to go a little further to Hana so we could find food for PR.
There is not much of anything in Hana. PR settled for a double scoop ice cream cone. We sat by the ocean for a few minutes during a pause in the rain. I tried to persuade Briefcase to go “just a little further” to the Seven Pools. Our family has been there, but again, I wanted to play tour guide for TR’s boyfriend. Briefcase wouldn’t even consider it. I was going to press him, but the rain began in earnest again. I conceded there was no point to attempt more hiking in the pouring rain. We began the long journey back.
Overall, there was less rain on our return trip so we made better time. No one felt car sick either. Maybe having lunch settled their stomachs? We dropped Boyfriend off at the airport on our way back since he was only with us for four of our eight days. When he was no longer with us, Briefcase started in with the complaints. Blah, blah, blah, left a sunny beach for rain, blah, blah, blah, Road To Hell, blah, blah, blah, don’t ever think of doing it again, blah, blah, blah, Road to HELL – did I understand? Blah, blah, blah!