One of my favorite memories was camping at Polihale. During my teens, it was a weekly thing that we did. My grandma Emi would make her famous fried chicken and spam musubi. We would pack up my dad’s flatbed Chevy and set off to Polihale. We often had our quad strapped to the bed. We didnt always catch fish, but we always had a great time. One time, we were camping at polihale and it was probably around 3am. A rogue wave washed above the brim and completely soaked my dad who was sleeping on his Cot. I will never forget that night, it was hilarious.
-Brandon Arakaki