Flew over to the Garden Isle with Analyn, Anne, Bill, Cisco, Claudia, Mia and Shirley to enjoy a birthday hike weekend. Make that plural and not singular. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Trailhead

We are going to the Blow Hole! Depends on who’s saying it.

Road hazard

This hole would have gobbled up a regular car, unfortunately all the jeep rentals were sold out. Luckily we all had two legged drive for the hike today.

Flooded

Wading through the ankle deep water to get to the other side.

Aquaphobia

Somebody either needed help taking her shoes off or didn’t want to get wet. Photo by Shirley.

AAA

What happens when you don’t take a 4×4 vehicle. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Ponding

We detoured around this stretch of flooded road to avoid getting wet. Did I mention not getting wet? Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Helping hand

When you try to help out a friend cross the muddy ditch, you get pulled in as well. What are friends for? Photo by Bill Yogi.

Jeep road

Company in the form of a jeep chased the girls up the road … Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Jurassic Park

… to the cement posts that remain from the dinosaur movie. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Weir

Group photo at the dam, left to right: Shirley, Analyn, Anne, Bill, myself, Mia, Cisco and Claudia.

Bamboo forest

Analyn making her way through the emerald grasses.

Wailua River

We soon caught up with the jeep occupants and passed them going up the river.

One at a time

Anne making her way across one of many stream crossings. Lucky for us, it wasn’t that deep and fast moving.

Flower shop

There’s always time on a trail to stop and smell the orchids.

Distracted hiking

Soon to be banned – texting while hiking in a stream.

Help me

Why does Analyn have such a terrified look on her face? Is it because a) she realized she forgot her swimsuit at home b) an inchworm was creeping up her arm or c) all her waterfall photos were accidentally deleted. Photo by Anne Fai.

Heart pool

Your heart is as cold as mountain water. Photo by Anne Fai.

Guardian Falls

Approaching the junction where three streams meet.

Guardian Falls

The group was only interested in the main two that cascaded down into a small pool below.

Heart rock

In case you didn’t get the picture.

Spiked shoes

Rock hopping our way up Wailua River.

Wailua River

Analyn standing next to the pristine waters of the mountain stream.

Hapuu

The girls preening and prancing underneath a fern tree. Photo by Bill Yogi.

Gut check

Did I really lose seven pounds?

Side falls

Shirley and Mia crossing over the stream bank.

Slippery rocks

Anne climbing up the slick rocks to the ridge.

Seaworld

Aquaman entering his domain. Unfortunately, Cisco and Claudia elected to remain at this spot to conserve energy for the return hike.

Gate crossing

We crossed over the fence as we glanced at the numerous chutes, occupied and unoccupied, that ribboned down from the mountain.

Roping down

Mia going down the slippery mud soaked hill.

Final destination

Thar she blows! Again, depends on who’s saying it.

Almost there

Making our way down and over a small stream in the verdant valley.

Exposed waterfalls

Meanwhile, Cisco had ample time to perfect his silky shots down at the multiple tiered waterfalls. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Blue Hole

It was worth waiting three years. Every single dripping day.

Blow Hole

Drone view by Bill Yogi.

Weeping Wall

Everybody had to have their 15 minutes of photographic posterity. Some had to get another 15 minutes. And, you get the picture(s).

Wailua Headwaters

GROUP PICTURE! GROUP PICTURE! GROUP PICTURE!

Blue Hole

Bill’s drone was no match for the constant influx of tour helicopters buzzing the area, that interrupted the surreal solitude of the area.

Blue Hole

The colorful convoy of hikers reluctantly leaving the wall of waterfalls fed by Mount Waialeale.

Happy Birthday!

Couldn’t find a cupcake, so a 7-11 musubi had to do. Maligayang kaarawan to Anne and Mia. Many more happy returns to this place. Photo by Shirley.

Stream crossing

Making our way down the slippery bank.

Guardian Falls

Dropping and contouring our way back down to another photoshoot, despite claims to the contrary.

Got headlamps?

Somebody got off to a late start.

Single file

Playing follow the leader back down the river.

All pau

We got back to the weir to wash our spikes and some of us soaked our bodies. We still had that long stretch of road to walk back to our cars to finish our 16.3 mile hike.

Post hike meal

When the restaurant “borrows” your name, the least they can do is give you a 10% discount on your meal. We had to fuel up for our long loop hike tomorrow. Wait, scratch that. All in all, a fun day that was filled with soaring waterfalls and good company. Photo by Bill Yogi.

Note: I have been made aware that 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.

I was invited to an outer island hike organized by Scott and guided by Rito, that was attended by a total of 11 fellow hikers.

The locals

We flew into Lihue and met up with the others in our party, collected our rental jeeps and drove to the local Foodland to gather our food and drinks for the day.

Keahua Stream

Our jeeps still in 2WD, we came across a new bridge being built near Keahua Arboretum. Stopped in our tracks, talks of the hike ending prematurely floated around until Rito spoke to the workers who soon let us pass.

Jeep road

The primeval forest shading us on our bumpy ride to the trailhead.

Jeep road

Splish, splash, the jeeps were taking a bath. Mud bath. Photo by Theresa Youn.

Jeep road

Welcome to Jurassic World. All that was missing was the sign. Fill in with your imagination. 4WD country from this point. A rough ride was in store for us. Much to Rito’s delight.

Trailhead

Group photo at the trailhead, with the summit of Mount Waialeale soaring 5,148′ in the background, left to right: Madelene, Amanda, Rito, Wendy, Marcus, Brian, Will, Scott, myself, Theresa, George and Matt.

Weir

Radio check. Let’s follow the ribbons. Oh wait, there are no ribbons. Let’s follow Rito instead.

Strawberry guava trees

Out of season. No trail snacks for us today.

Wailua Stream

Matt relaxing in the stream. All he needed to do was fart and he would have his own personal jacuzzi. Photo by Brian Connors.

Wailua Stream

Taking the side trail to the left …

Wailua Stream

… switching to the side trail on the right. Back and forth. Theme of the day.

Wailua Stream

Rito leading the way. Photo by Brian Connors.

Hiker in the mud

“Help. I’m stuck in the mud and can’t get out.” When a plant won’t do, Will’s helping hand will do.

Wailua Stream

Looking back as we traveled deeper into the valley and leaving civilization far behind.

Wailua Stream

The group approaching Guardian Falls. Photo by Amanda Knauf.

Guardian Falls

Matt took the cold plunge and swam to the base of the three waterfalls. Three?

Waterfalls

The third waterfall off to the side. Photo by Amanda Knauf.

Guardian Falls

We soon contoured to get above the falls and picked up the trail again.

Wailua Stream

The tabi footed group rock hopping along the stream.

Wailua Stream

Will and Amanda passing one of many side streams spilling into the main stream.

Wailua Stream

Looking back at Matt as the canyon walls seemed to contract closer behind him, seemingly further isolating us from the outside world.

Wailua Stream

Waterfalls in the distance. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Wailua Stream

We soon gained higher ground as we left the gurgling stream below us.

Waterfalls

Waterfalls were seemingly sweating out of the pores of the mountains. Lack of rain prevented us from seeing the full waterworks effect.

Wailua Stream

We will be back.

Gate

Marcus passing through our one and only gate.

Trail

As we crested the hill, our destination popped into sight.

Trail

We have company. Helicopters brought aerial gawkers at regular intervals. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Trail

The group making their way down the eroded trail.

Trail

Panoramic photo by Will Braitsch.

Trail

Closing the distance to the inner gorge. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Weeping Wall

The group getting up close and personal to the wrap around cliff that is fed by springs and water draining from the summit.

Wailua Headwaters

Far group photo. Can you see us?

Wailua Headwaters

Close group photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Blue Hole

Playing misty for myself. I failed to look up to see the “blue hole” effect.

Wailua Headwaters

Panoramic view of probably one of the oldest rocks in the islands by Matt Vidaurri.

Trail

We took our leave of the wall of cascading water and started to stream out of the gorge.

Trail

The helicopters continued to descend with the clouds in tandem.

Ohia Lehua

Perhaps we should have plucked one of these red flowers as we were looking for a shower, but not a storm.

Water park

We are back. Jumping, sliding and splashing. Some of us. The rest of us were content to stay dry and dirty.

Trail

Making our way out of the gorge.

Rock cairn

Tip or not to tip? Where is the caveman when you need him?

Trail

Cramps and mustard do not mix well with George.

Guardian Falls

Scott refreshing himself under the cold, flowing falls.

Trail

The group heading back down the stream.

Trail

Theresa using momentum to avoid getting bogged down in the mud.

Trail

Rock hopping across the stream.

Trail

Leaving the bamboo forest behind us.

Trail

Washing our muddy bottoms, shoes and spikes at the weir.

Trail

We returned to our jeeps and cracked open ice filled coolers to gather our beverage of choice to slake our collective thirst. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Trail

Blue 1, 2 and 3 going over the rutted road and returning us to civilization. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Post hike meal

Post hike meal was originally supposed to be at the iconic Hamura Saimin. Standing room only. So we moved next door to Lihue Barbecue Inn. Hmmm. No barbecue items on the menu. Oxtail soup it is. Some of us sampled the Wailua water collected by Matt while we waited for our food in the bustling restaurant. Fun day spent with old and new friends. It was also another kind of day. Happy Birthday Amanda.

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.