“There’s a lot of famous white people, too,” I said. “Well … all the most famous people are black.” “No, you’re white under the tan,” I said. I pulled up my shorts and pointed to my own pale skin. I reached over and lifted the leg of his board shorts and pointed to the white skin. Haole, pronounced “how-lee,” is Hawaiian for white person. “You’re my fair-skinned blond boy who doesn’t like hot sun or hot food.” Isaac was chucking spicy rice crackers into his mouth. Three thousand feet below, the Great Pacific Ocean blasted sunshine. Seventy-five degrees, trade winds blowing at 15 m.p.h., windows down. The blossoms swirled in the slipstream of rental cars-Jeeps and convertible Mustangs. Jacarandas hung over the road, dropping purple flowers onto the hood of my truck. The punch whiffed as he jerked back and broke free. ![]() I grabbed him by the shirt and swung hard. “I’ll meet you in the horse lot at upper Kahakapao tomorrow morning at eight,” I said. Could you help me out, brah?”Ī woman was lost in the forest. I don’t feel confident rigging the rappels, but I need to free-dive those pools, see if I can find … something. “I’m heading up the search,” Javier said. Left her keys on her car tire and went for a run. She’d gone missing in the Kahakapao Reserve, a massive forest of redwood and eucalyptus up Pi’iholo Road. “ Well, you know about the Amanda Eller disappearance, right? The girl who disappeared in the Makawao forest?”Įverybody on the island was talking about Amanda. This is Javier Cantellops, I got your number from Chris Berquist. A blustery Southern-accented voice spoke. I was sitting with my boys, Kai, age 11, and Isaac, 7, at the intersection of Haleakala and Kula highways when my phone rang. ![]() Heading out the door? Read this article on the new Outside+ app available now on iOS devices for members!Įight in the morning, May 22, 2019, Maui, Hawaii.
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