Honomalino Bay has no power or public water system, but there are 3 or 4 off-grid houses that people have built in this idyllic setting.
We swam ashore from the boat one afternoon to walk on the beach and the moonscape of a nearby lava field. As we were drying off and putting on walking shoes, we were approached by someone from the most impressive house on the bay, and the only one with anyone there.
Jimmy Dyal introduced himself – he built the house 20 years ago, and he’s still the caretaker for the absentee owner. It turns out that he’s originally from Oregon and has spent a fair bit of time sailing through the islands as well. He saw that our home port was Portland and wanted to welcome us to the island.
After a bit of chatting, Jimmy invited us up to the house for breakfast the following morning. We of course accepted, and there we met Jimmy’s co-worker Brandon, a very nice guy originally from South Africa. We enjoyed a delicious meal of blueberry pancakes, fresh pineapple, mango and papaya, and of course fresh-brewed coffee while Jimmy regaled us with stories of the island.
As outsiders we probably don’t really know the true meaning of “Aloha”. But if that wasn’t it, we’re not sure what it could be.