The Big Island in Four Colors - A Shoreline Story | USA
- LoriKat
- Apr 24
- 4 min read
Updated: 4 days ago
📅 Mar 2022 | 🗺️ Hawai'i Big Island, HI
Hawai‘i’s Big Island is the largest in the archipelago, a land of volcanoes, rainforests, and coastlines that change color with the sand. Here, beaches aren’t just white — they shimmer green with olivine crystals at Papakōlea, glow black from volcanic rock at Punalu‘u, and blush pink along hidden coves. Driving its shores means chasing color, culture, and the raw beauty of an island still being shaped by fire and sea.
The Big Island gave us more than beaches—it handed us a palette —🌑 black, 🟢 green, ⚪ white, and all the shades where land meets sea and decides to surprise you.
We didn’t set out to make a theme of it, but the island curated one for us anyway — a shoreline quilt stitched from volcanic power and ocean patience. Some beaches felt wild and brand-new. Others felt ancient and sacred. Each one carried a different page of the island’s story.
We came ready to swim… but we ended up exploring, stacking stones, chasing fish, collecting moments. The shoreline told us what to do.
Here’s how the island painted our days…

📚Journal Spill
Pohoiki Black Sand Beach - Where Fire Meets the Ocean
Pohoiki made us earn our arrival —wrong turns through old lava flows, GPS confidence dropping…
Then suddenly: the beach appeared.
Not soft, not gentle — crunchy, glassy, volcanic armor beneath our shoes.
Swimming? Hard pass. The waves were strong and moody — like the island reminding us who’s boss.
So we played differently:
I stacked smooth rocks into tiny sculptures
The kids built lava-rock forts
We peered into tide pools catching flashes of fish including the ⭐ ridiculously named Humuhumunukunukuapuaʻa (still practicing)
This beach felt brand new because… it is. Land the island created and dared us to stand on.




Punalu'u Black Sand Beach - Where Turtles Write the Rules
Same black sand color — but a completely different soul. Punaluʻu was softer, slower — the kind of place where you stop whispering without noticing.
We sank our toes in, feeling warmth radiate through grains made from ancient eruptions.
And then — a sea turtle slid ashore, unbothered, honored, ancient. We gave it respectful space, but we couldn’t stop smiling. The kids pointed out every shell shape like little biologists, then demolished sweet rolls from Punaluʻu Bake Shop — warm, fluffy, and sticky with joy.
Palm trees framed picnic tables. A lily pond bloomed with purple flowers.
We didn’t rush. The island asked us not to.



Papakōlea Green Sand Beach - The Earned Reward
A bucket-list beach that makes you work for it. The shuttle option looked…ratchet-strapped and slightly terrifying 🛻😅 So we hiked the 3 miles instead.
Wind whipping. Sand blasting our ankles. Ocean dropping away into turquoise.
We climbed the final ridge and— GREEN. Not neon. Not obvious. More like crushed-olive gemstones mixed with sand. A secret color revealed only to those who show up sweaty.
A steep ladder down into this strange cove felt like climbing into another world — one carved slowly by volcanos and waves who know how to collaborate.
We sat there, tired and proud. A shade of sand we will always remember.



Ai'opio Peppered Sand Beach - Slow & Subtle
Aiʻopio was quiet like a whisper.
Pale sand sprinkled with coral, water so clear it looked like light was floating. Turtles dotted the shoreline, resting like royalty — unbothered, timeless.
And then a pufferfish — intact but not alive —the kids studied it like detectives trying to solve a sea-crime.
The beach invited us to lower our voices, slow our pace, notice all the soft things.


Kamakahonu White Sand Beach - Our Water Playground
Some beaches feel like an invitation. Kamakahonu was one of them.
Soft white sand, calm shallows, green grass where we plopped our gear and just exhaled.
We snorkeled past the heiau, gliding over bright schools of yellow-and-white fish — confetti in motion.
Then we spotted it: A black sea urchin the size of a basketball guarding the reef like a spiky sentinel.We kept a respectful fin’s distance.
We ended the day with rainbow shave ice from Ululani’s — mango + li hing mui + blue raspberry happiness melting down our hands. The perfect color to finish our palette.


🔚 Final Spin
The Big Island didn’t give us one perfect beach —it gave us pieces:
hot-black new earth under our shoes
sacred shores meant for turtles and patience
a green cove earned by sunburn and grit
quiet sand sprinkled with coral secrets
a friendly white-sand swim with confetti-colored fish
Every stop felt different — like the island kept changing outfits to see which version of herself we liked best.
Turns out: we liked all of them.
We left with sunburns, sandy toes, rock collections, and a rainbow stain on our memories. The island colored us in. One beach at a time.
🍬Echoes, Keepsakes, & Oddities
A perfect white-rock heart found on black sand
A turtle who chose to nap beside us
A lava-rock bruise that made a funny story later
Kids in beach chairs with rainbow tongues
That Papakōlea ridge reveal moment
Humuhumunukunukuapuaʻa (we’ll get it eventually)
🎞️ Tag & Snag




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