Have you ever reached the end of the road? Literally?
The literal end of the road is just a mile or so past here at the world-famous Na Pali Coast State Wilderness Park.
“I love that you can basically disappear from reality here and have no stress,” said Kendal Naughton, a singer in her early 30s from Lake Tahoe, California, here with her mom who owns a unit here.
We were hanging out at the newly renovated pool and grill area set within a beautifully planted tropical garden, birds flitting around.
I think about what Naughton said as I sit on our condo deck overlooking the beach and the wild, crashing surf. It’s as unspoiled as it gets, the only oceanfront resort to the Kalalau Trail at Ke’e Beach. Many come out to experience the sunrise—and the rainbows after the rain.
This place obviously isn’t for everyone. It’s exceedingly remote, requiring a drive on the narrow roads over those same one-lane bridges to get groceries. The resort does run shuttles into Hanalei for shopping and dinner (it isn’t fun driving these roads after dark). Kilauea and posh Princeville with its famous golf courses are about 20 minutes away.
“This is really a place for those who like to do for themselves,” said Sue Grinnell, here from Olympia, Washington, with her husband, daughter, and 8-year-old grandson, Jalen, who has been having a blast hunting for crabs, exploring tide pools, the koi pond, and the turtles in the creek. He’s also become a big fan of shave ice, especially raspberry and vanilla.
For the uninitiated, shave ice is a Hawaiian treat where different flavored syrups are drizzled over ice chips and served in a paper cone.
Picnic at sunset, laze on your beach of choice, or head to Lumahai Beach, the long, white-sand stretch where Mitzi Gaynor so famously sang about washing that man right out of her hair in the classic film “South Pacific.”
You’ve likely seen other films made here, including “Jurassic Park” and “Jurassic World” (Kauai stood in for a fictional Central American island), “Raiders of the Lost Ark” (a South American jungle), and “The Descendants” with George Clooney (set here and on Oahu).
Play golf—there are nine courses to choose from.
The thatched-roof Tidepools is considered one of the top restaurants on the island, and a new Hawaiian Cultural Center offers classes (lei making, anyone?), while local artisans show off their wares in the lobby. Obviously, there’s no need to make your own mai tai or get your own lunch here.
“This is the best hotel I’ve ever been to,” said Baylee Cain, 27, here with her blended family. “My dad and his wife honeymooned here, and he wanted us all to see it.”
Families not only have all the conveniences, but are the most likely to pay a surcharge for access to the Grand Lounge for complimentary breakfast, snacks, and hors d’oeuvres, plentiful enough for dinner.
While at Hanalei Colony Resort, meanwhile, there’s no AC (we didn’t need it), and no TV or phones. You either want to arrive with a car full of groceries or arrange to have the resort stock your fridge.
At the Hyatt, of course, room service is a phone call away, and you have a choice of where and what to eat—poolside fish tacos, maybe, or sushi?—not to mention all the restaurants in Poipu Beach.
“Didn’t you get bored at Hanalei?” one Honolulu friend asked.
Absolutely not.
“There’s something about this spot—the ocean on one side, the misty mountains on the other reached by one-lane bridges—that is spiritual,” Naughton said. “You feel the energy and a lot of peace you don’t have on the mainland.”