We all met up at the Tip Top Restaurant for breakfast and to plan our second hike on the Garden Isle. Rito passed around his Black Widow hot sauce as the food was being dished out. I was foolish enough to pour a dollop on my omelet and my bowels would soon thank me.

Air Dry

What do you do when your shoes are still wet from yesterday’s hike? You throw them on the windshield and let the 55 mph air dry them out. Local style. We stocked up at Ishihara Market in Waimea and then went to go sightseeing. But first I had to relieve myself of the hot sauce from the morning meal. No public bathroom. Bathroom broken. Beach bathroom.

Tickle Me Kikaida

I don’t chortle nor vibrate when tickled. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Waimea Canyon

Gazing at the grandeur that is the known as the Grand Canyon of the Pacific.

Waimea Canyon

Some of us went for a closer look. Photo by Scott Bowling.

Waipo’o Falls

We drove a short distance down the canyon road to get a better view of the two-tiered 800′ waterfall. There is actually a canyon trail that will take you to the top of the waterfalls. Another hike for another day.

Nu’alolo Trailhead

Group photo left to right: Theresa, George, Wendy, Marcus, Matt, myself, Rito, Will, Amanda, Brian, Scott and Madelene.

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What goes up …

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… must come down.

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What would a hike be without a fence line? Unnatural.

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We ran across some hunters who lost their dog, Samson, on the trail.

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The group leaving the wide open grassy area.

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Look who we found. Or found us. Samson!

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Somebody is going the wrong way.

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A rather striking mushroom specimen. Or so we thought. Photo by Will Braitsch.

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Making our way down the steep and heavily rooted trail.

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We can see the Pacific Ocean!

Junction

One could make a loop trail by hiking the Nu’alolo Cliff Trail and Awa’awapuhi Trail. But that one was not us today. Next time.

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The view of the towering volcanic cliffs below us slowly unfolded as we continued further along the trail.

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The group crossing the saddle section of the trail.

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Approaching the vista summit.

Lolo Vista

Summit photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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Looking out towards Kalalau Trail on the Na Pali Coast.

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Panoramic view by Will Braitsch.

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Brian tackling the Nu’alolo Ridge.

Nu’alolo Aina Valley

Where did everybody else go? Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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Matt and Rito decided to venture further along the trail, while the rest of the group sought scant shelter from the gusting winds that brought cold, dirt and misery.

Nu’alolo Kai

Looking down into the oldest Hawaiian fishing village surrounded by sheer cliffs and reef protected. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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Budding pine cones.

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Somebody was dithering and dickering about where to take the group photo and then the cold snap, “Take the f*cking picture a**hole!”

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The winds were whipping fine red dirt into all our crevices. The wind chill was dropping the air temperature. Rain sprinkles started to keep us company at the top. I guess it’s time to head back. Plus we didn’t want another cold snap.

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One of many pine cones strewn across the trail.

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Looking back at the wind whipped summit.

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Making our way back through the grassy area.

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Almost there.

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Madelene heading back down to our jeeps.

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I don’t smell like Ahi Jerky. Photo by Will Braitsch.

Koke’e Lodge

Breakdown in communication. Half of our group went to warm ourselves over the dwindling fireplace at the restaurant and warm our tummies with portugese bean soup. The other half went to the open fire pits by the shelters to keep warm against the cold, biting winds. Once the group was reunited, some of us ( read those that still had their shoes on ) went to the tree line to gather additional fire wood to keep the smoky fire fed.

I’m the caveman …

… I’ve never heard of you.

Koke’e Lodge

How hikers open beer bottles on the trail.

Dr. Seuss Falls

Last waterfall of the day, as Matt and I had to cut the trip short and return back to the gathering place. We had to wash the mud splattered jeep to avoid a surprise fee before turning it in. Broken car wash. No car wash. Don’t accept credit cards at the card reader. Deja vu from this morning, albeit of a vehicular kind. Fun weekend spent with great company. Photo by Amanda Knauf.

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.