On our very last day in Maui, Matt hooked us up with a friend who was able to get us onto her dive boat. We would have gone diving sooner, but a great swell had descended upon the islands, and the waters had been too rough for tour boats of any kind to go out. Matt had been out of work for the past week at least. But now the waters were finally calming down enough that our fears of the boat getting canceled were unfounded. Fletch and I excitedly packed up our gear and made our way across the street
I mentioned before that while we were hanging out in Maui, we played disk golf a few times to help Matt prepare for his upcoming tournament. On one of these days, we were meant to drive up to Polipoli, which was supposed to be a gorgeous hike (and a disk golf course to go with it). Everyone had been telling us for days that we needed to go. We were on our way, but just after we passed the garbage dump, Matt's truck started overheating. That wasn’t good. We pulled over, allowing the engine to cool, and then tried it
July 4 rolled around and Fletch had the brilliant idea to make sweet treats for everyone called firecrackers. So we spent a day gathering supplies, soaked some strawberries in a bowl of vodka, then dipped them in marshmallow cream and blue sprinkles. Red, white, and blue, get it? The blue sprinkles were supposed to be pop rocks, to create the popping sensation like a firecracker, but pop rocks were nowhere to be found. The treats were a hit regardless. We also attempted to inject some tangerines and watermelons with vodka, mostly because once we found the injector, it was too
After the beer Olympics, our slightly hungover caravan made their way back down into town to rest and recoup. Fletch and I still had the camper jeep for one more night and didn’t have any plans. We thought about going back to Kipahulu, but didn’t want to drive that far for one night. Matt recommended a spot, but it wasn’t officially a campground, and therefor didn’t have any facilities. We wanted someplace like Kipahulu but closer, and so after a little bit of internet scouring, came up with a campsite called Olowalu that had beautiful photos of lush green campgrounds,
The beautiful, Maui morning started out at Fred’s, the bar/Mexican restaurant our friends frequented for breakfast due to their buy one, get one drink specials. The food was mediocre, but the bartender kept everyone coming back for more with her generous pours. We all downed some really bad coffee, and those competing in the events prepared their stomachs with a hearty base of carbs and exactly one drink on the hour, every hour. The atmosphere of excited competition was tangible. After missing out on the gold for the past two years in a row, Matt and his team were ready