Met up with Glenn, Jose and Ryan in the dark shadows of Pu’u Keahiakahoe. Our planned hike was from Pali Puka to Haiku Stairs. The best laid schemes of weather and hikers often go awry.
Shout out to Chris who woke up early and ferried us from Kaneohe to Nuuanu. It’s going to be a beautiful day. Right guys? Group photo left to right: Ryan, Glenn, myself and Jose. Photo by Chris Bautista.
Jose making his way over the Pali Puka.
Ryan contemplating climbing the towering rock spire.
Jose making his way up the steep and rocky climb to regain the ridge. Ryan started to feel nauseous, so he wisely decided to turn around. It all worked out in the end as Glenn had forgotten his camelbak hose, so he ended up borrowing Ryan’s. Let’s all drink and be merry.
I guess no sunrise show for us.
Glenn catching up to us on the ridge.
Jose making his way up the crumbly rock face.
The rocks were a little slick from the moisture laden clouds.
We contoured on the Windward side of the shaky boulder and scrambled straight up.
Going up another rock face. Up and down. Just another day on the saddle.
There were more ropes on the saddle from the last time we were here. Can’t complain. Photo by Jose Luis Delaki.
Hope the spider was having a better day than us. Just sitting and waiting for a fat bug to land on his web.
It could have been X, Y or Z as we were socked in on the saddle.
We contoured on the Leeward side around the first “tooth.” Then it was climbing up and down the remaining “teeth.”
Glenn coming down the last “tooth.” Don’t worry, it doesn’t bite.
Jose getting ready to climb down the “Lost Puka.” Some have postulated that this area used to have a “puka,” and time eroded into what it is today.
Glenn climbing down and getting ready to swing. You had to have been there. Very eroded.
The trail turned into a mixture of wet rocks and muddy holds. Upper body strength required.
Hiking the remaining distance to the summit was a surreal experience filled with mud, overgrowth and zero views.
Glenn announced at the top that it was his wedding anniversary. He found a wooden ring to give to her. How romantic. In a hiker sort of way.
Group photo at the socked in 2,700′ summit.
We decided that the descent down into Kalihi Saddle was probably muddy and not safe. Time to bail out. Besides, Glenn had to take his wife out to dinner.
As we dropped below the cloud deck, conditions and views improved dramatically. Never fails.
The fastest way down from Lanihuli.
Looking back at the now cloud clear summit. The cruel irony.
Descending down into Nuuanu.
The trail soon dropped us into Mo’ole stream and her eight waterfalls.
Jose making his way down the steep bank.
Glenn using the tree branches and roots to make his way down.
Got water. Photo by Jose Luis Delaki.
Glenn jumped into to the pool to cool off and after some encouragement, climbed up the falls.
Sometimes it was easier just to follow the stream down than hiking on the stream banks.
Which one was this? I lost count going down.
We spent a good chunk of time shaking trees and slinging rocks to knock down the tasty trail snacks.
Group photo at the biggest waterfall.
Sloshing and slogging through the tunnel. Half dry and half wet.
The dejected crew at the gate. The most dangerous part of the hike was crossing the Pali Highway to buy a $5 bag of lychee.
Our saddle and waterfall hike covered 4.55 miles through clouds, running water and mountain apples. Ryan was nice enough to pick our ripe bodies up and we had our post hike meal at Brick Oven Pizza.
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still Breathtaking !!!!
Aloha Sandra,
Yup, these mountain hikes take your breath away!
Mahalo