I had never been to the North Shore, so I didn’t know what to expect. Reggae music was blasting out of the car speakers. With the SUV having no roof, the one and only Hawaiian ocean breeze brought peace to me. Here I am with two complete strangers zipping away on the freeway. We were all excited to be together. 

As we headed north bound on the H-1 freeway we suddenly detoured towards the country. The dirt is like a reddish brown color and everything was so luscious and green. I saw pineapple fields for the first time and was flabbergasted. I suddenly realized, I guess pineapples don’t grow on trees. 

I was pretty quiet and anxious because I was in a place I had never been and I was solo on this trip. I knew some of my fellow California body boarders were gonna be there that I competed against, but that was it. They were actually acquaintances to be honest. I was the new guy. 

Tiffany asked me where I was staying and I replied “Back Packers.” She and her sister busted out laughing and said, wow you’re really roughing it. I had no clue what I was getting myself into. 

We got to Haleiwa, the closest tiny town before the stretch of the N. Shore. We crossed over the wooden bridge and like a tour guide Tiffany was showing me all the places to eat and so forth. Then I finally saw the ocean. I could see white water of waves everywhere. I got the chills like I was in heaven. 

Five minutes later appears Waimea Bay. It was picture perfect like I had seen in the movies and surf videos. I was in disbelief thinking to myself, I finally made it. Then we pull into Back Packers, main house. I was like this ain’t too bad. I went into the office and got myself checked in and the polite lady says, you are staying in Plantation Village, a few houses up. Clueless, I hopped back into the Pathfinder. 

We pulled into the driveway and there was chickens wandering around. I had a country reawakening. I was like, what did I get myself into. Lol!

Story continues…

Dylan