Be Careful on Big Beach| Travelling in Hawaii
What Iām about to write to you fits into the āquite humiliatingā category, along with the āsilly touristā category and the āIām so glad I didnāt dieā one as wellā¦ I could easily leave this story out of my little Maui Memories series, but my husband and I figured maybe the telling of it would help some of you out for future reference.
Of all the things we read and researched before we left for Hawaii, nothing really touched on this subject.
So, here goes!ā¦
Yesterdayās post explained our upcountry adventure up to Haleakala Crater. By the time we got down off the mountain it was about 4 pm (I think?). We were full of energy and excitement in this beautiful new (to us) world and we wanted to find a beach and go swimming.
As the map below shows, there are a LOT of beaches in Maui to choose from.
Again, we consulted Fodorās guide as to his recommendations on beach sites.
His highest recommendation (in 2008) was Big Beach. The description of it made it sound so heavenly and dreamy. We drove and drove, passing up a multitude of beaches before we finally reached our destination. It was now 4:45 pm. The parking lot wasnāt full, but neither was it empty.
We walked in anticipation up the wide tree-lined sandy path that led to the beach. Alongside us walked a young man in his board shorts with a big boogie board tucked under his (very tanned) arm.
The first thing I noticed was a large lifeguard stand. No lifeguard was in it, since the sign underneath said they went off duty at 4:30.
Also posted on the lifeguard stand were signs like this:
(Keep in mind that these signs are posted at EVERY beach.)
Obviously, I didnāt quite understand what they meantā¦
We proceeded to walk up to the beachfront and look for a spot to put down our things. As we got closer and closer to the water, I felt fear welling up in the pit of my stomach.
āOh, my, ā I told my husband,
āthese waves seem really bigā¦ummā¦like kinda scaryā¦ā
At this point I was a bit mad at myself. As a completely unathletic person, swimming is the one and only thing Iāve always loved to do. I certainly didnāt want to find myself āafraid of the waterā at this stage in life!
We found a spot at the beach that we chose to claim as our own. On one side was a couple relaxing on their towels. Beyond them was a family with little kids running through the shoreline surf. Directly to the other side of us was our new āsurfer dudeā friend (that should have been a clue!) and beyond him was a couple up to their necks in water floating away and having the time of their lives.
I, on the other hand, was scared.
Those waves right in front of me seemed so BIG!
My husband boldly walked out and stood waist deep in the water. As the waves came in, he just gently floated up and down with them.
āCome on,ā he coaxed,
āyou just have to walk out here far enough and youāll be fineā¦ā
I was determined not to be a fraidy cat and started tentatively into the water.
Before I could even blink, a wave had knocked me to my knees and splashed over my head.
We were laughing by now.
āOh, great!,ā I laughed,
āso much for not getting my hair wet!ā
I stood up and proceeded to take a few more steps, but before I could get āfar enough outā another wave was coming.
I turned my back (BIG, BIG mistake), and from the corner of my eye, I saw the next wave.
It was at least 1 foot higher than my 6 foot husbandās head.
I remembered from the one experience I had in the oceanās waves (over 27 years ago!) that you needed to ājumpā when a wave was coming.
I did.
And landed back firmly on the ground right before the wave hit me.
(Go ahead and laugh.I know it sounds funnyā¦)
But, at the time, I was NOT laughing.
It was perhaps the most terrifying experience Iāve had in my life to date. {The only other thing I can compare it to was the time I was in a roll-over car accident. I was more scared under that wave at Big Beach.}
The wave slammed my face deeply into the sand and drug my body right up on to shore.
{The good news is, I found my swimsuit could successfully hold about 7 cups of sand!!}
Iād like to say that, like falling off a horse, I āgot right back onā and headed back into the water. But, I didnāt. I was shaking like a leaf and absolutely terrified. I couldnāt even stand to see my husband out there in those ānasty wavesā.
Seeing the distress on my face, he came back in. {Thank you, Darlinā.}
Our first beach experience didnāt last longā¦
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I felt really stupid about my lack of āhow to swim in the oceanā knowledge, and I didnāt want to leave Maui with that as my last beach memory. A few days later, we were recalling our story to our snorkelling guide. He was a happy, talkative guy who loved everything about Maui. As we told the details, he instantly got serious.
āThatās not funny,ā he said,
āThatās one of the most dangerous beaches here. In fact, we call it āBreak Neck Beachā. People break their necks there all the time.ā
Just a tiny bit of research on the internet confirmed his statement. (Although the āall the timeā needs serious definition!…)
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I tell you this story NOT to scare you away from the beach. Nor do I think you should avoid Big Beach. You really should go there. Itās beautiful! But, we learned that itās very important to choose the correct spot at the beach.
Watch the waves a while before you go in. If the sand has a giant ācutā in it (like our spot did), thatās an indication that the waves break really close to shore. Those waves, I think, belong to the surfers not āfloatersā like me.
If we ever get a chance to go back to Maui, I would be more bold and ask the locals more specific guidelines as to what to look for when searching for the right swimming spot at the ocean. There are dangerous areas and dangerous currents. They know all about it, and Iām sure theyād be happy to share their wisdom with you.
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Iām sad to say I donāt have one picture of Big Beach. We locked our cameras in the car when we went to the water that day. But, Iām happy to say that that wasnāt my last beach memoryā¦
We ended up swimming again at this beach (on our last morning there):
Kaanapali Beach.
It was our favorite.
We found a lovely spot and spent as much time as could bobbing in the waves and watching the cloudsā¦(No terrifying wave experiences were involved!)
I had a similar experience in Maui (I can’t remember if it was Big Beach or not), but I was boogie boarding and a HUGE wave came and let’s just say that it wasn’t pretty. I did “get right back on the horse,” but the image of the huge wave approaching still shows up in my dreams! Yikes! I sure learned my lesson: Don’t mess with the ocean! (Which I should have already known as an islander) – Glad to see that you salvaged the day!
Oh my!! What a scary experience! So glad it turned out okay.
We went to Big Beach because our “tour guide” at the hotel told us about Little Beach that was just over the rocks and we had to see it for ourselves! Little beach oh my….was a nude beach! Needless to say we did not stay long – just enough to laugh a little and say we were there (hehe)!!