
Mountain Biking from atop Mt. Haleakala
The opposite of yesterday, we were up at 6 am to get ready for a day of “adventure”. We made the one-hour drive across Maui to the little town of Ha’iku to check in at the Haleakela Bike Co. to bike down the east side of Mt. Haleakela.
We checked in and waited for about 30 minutes as people continued to arrive to check in. We weren’t very clear as to what had to happen before we left so we waited for instructions. After we got fitted for helmets and all of the bikes were loaded on the trailer we were all asked to step outside to get fitted for bikes. This was not very organized as they kept counting and recounting.
We loaded the van and our driver, Kimo, told us about the trail route and facts and stories of the land. He explained how the U.S. government traded the top of Mt. Haleakela from the ranchers for the promise to buy the rancher’s beef for life. The beef is used to feed the entire military. He also said less than 10% of the rancher’s beef remains on the island to feed locals. Other facts he told us were that milk can sell for up to $9.00 per gallon and that most cereal boxes sell for between $7.00-$8.00.
We only paid for the Express Tour, so we started our descent at an elevation of 6,500 feet and not at the 10,023 foot summit. After the tour guide asked for his tip, we got our bikes and coasted down the winding roads stopping a few times to take pictures from up high. We were above the lowest cloud line and had a great view of the nearby towns but because of the volcano on the Big Island, visibility was hazy.
The bikes were good, but the seats and handlebars were not comfortable. Krista was not a fan of the single gear chain either when it came to having to pedal uphill. Also, we hadn’t biked since September and we could feel it in our backs having to lean forward for so long. After the experience was over we didn’t feel that the cost was worth the experience. We felt it could have been cheaper by at least half.

Surfer at Ho’okipa Beach Park
For lunch we wanted to have another picnic at a beach, so we drove to nearby Ho’okipa Beach Park. There was a High Surf Advisory so the waves were filled with eager and experienced surfers. It was great entertainment to go with the beautiful sunny day. And the haze from the volcano was not as bad on that side of the island.
We saw a man with one leg go out and surf and from what we could tell, he was doing just as well as most of the people out there.
After eating and relaxing on the beach we headed back into Ha’iku to find the Northshore Zipline Co. for our next “adventure”.
We arrived early to the location, which was an old military training base. There was a canopy and a walk-in storage container for office equipment. Check in was very casual and unprofessional. Our guides were in their early twenties and were rarely serious, which wasn’t so bad but it gave us a very unprofessional feeling about them.

Kelley & Krista on the Zip Line Course
After getting fitted for helmets, gloves and harnesses we headed out to the course for instruction on how to break ourselves when coming in to the end of a line.
There were 13 of us with the 3 staff members zipping along the course. But we were hardly zipping and mostly waiting. In fact, individually the time spent zipping was probably a total of 2 minutes. But it took more than 2 hours to complete the course.
After turning in our equipment the staff thanked us for coming and asked for their tips and offered everyone a tiny 8oz bottle of warm water.
Again we felt that the cost of the activity was more expensive than it should have been, except this time we felt it might have been worth 25% of what we were charged.
Something that seems to be universal on all of the group activities in Hawaii, regardless of the island, is the comfort level of the guides to ask for tips. Even on our last trip to Oahu in 2008, if there is a guide of some sort they were not shy about asking for tips or pointing out that they need money and there is a special tip jar or container of some sort. The thing that is different is the approach they all have. Some are tactful and “matter of fact” about it and others are shameless and repeat how much they need the money. We feel that if guides want tips so badly it would be better for them, and a classier approach, to just include the “tips” in the price of the activity and not appear to beg for cash at the end of the experience.
We headed out as soon as possible and met a traffic jam with an endless view of taillights bumper to bumper on HWY 30. Our hour drive became a 2 hour drive and we didn’t get home until after 7pm.
We made dinner and finished our day with a short walk along our beach with the high tide and moonlight.