Hawaii, Oh My – The Big Island Lures Aspenites to the Exclusive Confines of Hualalai Resort.
By: Erin Lentz
“Malie.” I mutter the Hawaiian word for “calm” before I giant-stride from the boat into the dark, one hand on my mask, the other clutching a flashlight. Splash. Salt stings my lips, which are all but swallowing my breathing regulator. The dark Pacific embraces me, the faint light from a retreating sun no longer in play. I flash my light into the black abyss. The local report of a 14-foot tiger shark invades my thoughts and my Zen-like plan to channel the spiritual Uncle Earl, manager of Hualalai Resort’s cultural center (tigers are “gods” to Hawaiians he explained), is suddenly waylaid. I look up at the boat and to my best friend and dive buddy, Gina, and give her the OK signal. She long-strides me, and our dive master follows. We all deflate our BCs, and down we go.
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