
Today's adventure in diving started out simply enough. Head down to Lahaina, see our old friends, get on the boat, head out to Molokini.
We've done it a dozen times or more. Good weather, great weather, rainy weather. Thought we'd seen it all.
Until today.
Today, as we climbed aboard good ol' Dauntless, a foul wind began to blow (only we hadn't noticed it yet). Captain Dan and our Dive Masters Shannon and Jaret. We set course for the crater and settled in for the hour cruise down past the south end of Maui. As we went, the winds picked up, but we didn't care, we were headed to one of the richest dive sites in the world.
Onward, onward we went.
Along the way we noticed dive boats and snorkel boats turning back and heading for more sheltered sites. Well, all of them actually.
Bah! We are not afraid! We will head onward to our moorage in the crater Molokini.
As we passed the end of the island and crossed into the unprotected wind of the channel, our spirits sagged a bit, but still we pressed on toward the object of our diving day, the crater Molokini.

Humpback whales breached in the channel...once, twice, three times. And still we pressed on toward our destination. The seas churned and the boat tossed and turned, but we were so close we could feel it, the crater Molokini.
No one else was sailor enough to brave the channel seas, but we had a stout hearted captain and crew, and were a hearty group set on diving. All around us turned back toward calmer, more protected waters, but we pressed on....toward the crater Molokini.

At last we arrived at the object of our quest. We were alone in the crater and for good reason - even inside it's protected walls, the waves were three to four footers. There was not going to be a descent here today, no going over the stern into the crystal blue water, no fishes, or turtles or sharks for us this day in the crater Molokini.
And, as rough as the trip out to Molokini was, the trip back toward Maui was worse, as by now the winds had picked up in earnest and we were heading into them.

The boat pitched and yawed, the passengers erped and gagged, and the water came over the starboard bow with a vengeance, soaking crew and hearty diver - but not the captain as he was in the wheelhouse behind the windshield (lol). We held on for dear life and rode the waves back toward the calmer protected spots along the shoreline. Where the diving was called on account of strong currents.
Finally, on the third attempt, we found a calm spot along the reefs of Olawalu.
(to be continued - tropical drinks are calling)