I felt the need to be gouged, poked and scratched. A trip to the Northern Ko’olaus would take care of that.
Exchanged morning pleasantries with a distant cousin of Mister Ed as I made my way to the trailhead.
New sign. Same permit.
Hiking through the eroded section that only dirt bikers can love.
The proverbial recycling question, “Is the rubbish can half empty or half full?”
Sunbeams perforating the clouds and illuminating the mountainous terrain.
Passing through one of multiple gullies on the way up.
Fire in the hole! I briefly flirted with the idea of climbing down into the trench, that was to have been filled with explosives to render the trail impassable to potential invading Japanese forces during WW2. The trench looked deep and it would have been embarrassing to be rescued from a hole of my own making.
I can see the summit for the vog.
Can you taste the difference at 2,240’? Sorry, Hawaii Volcanic Water, I could not discern any difference.
I took my leave of the foxhole and dropped down to pick up the KST.
Rolling hills for days.
The glove that Chris left behind, as the original green sign is just a splinter of its former self.
Bushwhacking for days.
Panoramic view.
All smiles. The halfway mark.
Can you see the trail for the hole?
Back to bushwhacking.
Can you spot the geocache?
Show me shade and I’ll show you moss.
Da slippah junction.
Colorful non-edible berries lined the fringes of the trail.
Survey says!
A relatively flat open area marked the start of the trail going down.
I think more than the three little pigs have been here.
No more bushwhacking. Can it be?
The Black Junction that marks the beginning of the KST. Or in my case, it was the end of the KST for me.
The trail back down to Pupukea.
Orchid flowers on the wide open highway going down.
A fallen tree will gather a lot of moss.
Where the trail meets the road. Looking for traffic both ways before I cross.
I checked the water gage before crossing. Bone dry.
The road that the military built to traverse from the North Shore to Wahiawa.
A picnic shelter and here I am without any wine or cheese.
Looking at the windmills slowly pin wheeling in the distance.
The end of the trail were teeming with dog walkers. Shout out to Shirley for picking me up and even bringing my favorite carbonated beverage to slake my thirst.
The solo grinder through the most overgrown section of the KST covered a little over 15 miles and claimed my sunglasses and chapstick. Post hike meal at North Shore Tacos. One can eat a giant burrito without hiking. Will gastronomic wonders never cease.
Note: I have been made aware the some hikers have been using my blog as a hiking guide and getting lost on the trails. Please note that this blog was made to document the hike for the crew(s) that did it. That is why some of my comments will seem to have no relevance or meaning to anybody outside of the crew(s) that hiked that trail. My blog was never meant as a hiking guide, so please do not treat it as such. If you find inspiration and entertainment from these hikes, that is more than enough. If you plan on replicating these hikes, do so in the knowledge that you should do your own research accordingly as trail conditions, access, legalities and so forth are constantly in flux. What was current today is most likely yesterdays news. Please be prepared to accept any risks and responsibilities on your own as you should know your own limitations, experience and abilities before you even set foot on a trail, as even the “simplest” or “easiest” of trails can present potential pitfalls for even the most “experienced” hikers.
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Funny i lost both my slippers there
Aloha Khym,
Sorry, didn’t see your slippers. Just “Scott’s.” The search continues…
Mahalo