Introducing Hamakua Coast
The Hamakua Coast is wildly fertile and beautiful. Thunderous waterfalls shoot mist and rainbows across mossy chasms, and green sugarcane grows wild on bluffs between deep-blue sky and still bluer sea. Here, in green valleys, suspended in time, farmers still grow taro and pound it into poi, while the melodious notes of a ukulele drift toward dusk, inviting the night marchers. While drivers now speed along the highway, imagine the old plantation days, when trains chugged here instead, when bridges spanned the gulches and sugarcane was king. Go slow here, discovering lonely trails, back roads and new friends. Have time only for the highlights? Don't worry, you'll return.
There's something tantalizing about the end of the road. It's where adventure meets the unknown and 'what do we do now?' becomes a wonderfully enticing prospect. You'll feel it when Hwy 240 dead-ends on the cliffs overlooking Waipiʻo Valley, the largest of seven spectacular amphitheater valleys on the windward side of the Kohala Mountains.