Maui’s mountain life
You won’t find Maui’s Upcountry on the map, said William Ecenbarger in The Philadelphia Inquirer. According to the people who live amid the island’s “mist-shrouded” mountains, the term “is not so much a matter of geography as a state of mind.” From the sun-soaked Pacific beaches, Hawaii’s Highway 37 steadily climbs the green slopes of Haleakala, the world’s largest dormant volcano, into a string of “lost-in-time towns.” Visitors who make the trip inland, away from the beaches and glitzy resorts, find a “different world.” This Maui is a place of “gray-green eucalyptus trees, sprawling cattle ranches, and lush flower gardens.” The hotel buffet is replaced by roadside stands brimming with fresh bananas, avocados, and papayas. The “reek of sunscreen is replaced by the heady aromas of wild lavender and orange blossom.” And your wake-up call is the boisterous crow of wild roosters.
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