Standing on the monkey deck of Nautilus, I stare at the massive mountains of Maui. My focus lingers on the steep, rugged ridge lines. Leaning against the railing, I watch the steady rotation of the giant, white windmills in the distance and exhale a deep breath.
Gazing at this island feels both meditative and familiar —I’ve spent three months of this year looking at it from this ship. While the angle shifts slightly depending on Nautilus positioning, the view is more or less the same.
It never gets old.
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