We picked up from almost two months ago when inclement weather forced us to prematurely shorten our destination. Met up with Aida, Akira, Chico, Ferlino and Roger in Moanalua Valley.

Moanalua Valley

The park is now open for business!

Moanalua Valley

Prior to starting our hike, Akira found a perhaps long distant cousin of his and we informed a couple hikers that it would be best to park outside, contrary to law enforcement advice.

Kamananui Valley Trail,

Walking on the old carriage road that once belonged to the Damon Estate, a storied family that was intertwined in Hawaii’s political and economic history from the 1880s.

Kamananui Valley Trail,

Stopping at the seventh and final bridge on the trail and also the spot where the Pohakukaluahine sits, the stone of the old woman that stopped the construction of the H3 through this valley.

Kulana’ahane Junction

Chico showing us the best way to drink water from a bottle. Now you know. CB also showed up fashionably late.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Politely following directions.

Kulana’ahane Trail

How many stream crossings are on the trail and what constitutes a stream crossing? Let’s apply our interpretation and find out. 19 so far.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Checking out the wreckage from a P-47 Thunderbolt plane that crashed in the late 1940s. The pilot survived the crash.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Up to 23 now.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Rock detour.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Tree climbing. Somebody was probably thinking if we are even going to do the saddle today.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Right or wrong. 28 is the final count.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Starting the climb up the short but steep spur ridge.

Kulana’ahane Trail

We could see that Moanalua Falls was trickling today.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Pushing our way to the top. Almost there.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Group photo where soon after CB and Chico took their leave of us and descended back down towards the valley for ambulatory and anxiety reasons.

Moanalua Saddle

Our group now reduced to five set foot on the crumbly ridge line known as the “easiest” of the three saddles. Depends who you ask.

Moanalua Saddle

The group electing to climb on the Windward side and forsake the webbing on the Leeward side.

Moanalua Saddle

Scrambling up the chossy rocks as it constantly changes the “character” of the ridge line.

Moanalua Saddle

Contouring our way on the Windward side as the rolling clouds blurred the views.

Moanalua Saddle

Roger and Aida working their way back to the ridge line.

Moanalua Saddle

Somebody was enjoying their first outing on this saddle.

Moanalua Saddle

Making our way towards the most famous obstacle on the saddle, the “Dirt Triangle” for obvious reasons.

Moanalua Saddle

Ferlino flying the flag as we contoured our way around the triangle where we saw CB and Chico making their way down the spur ridge.

Dirt Triangle

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Ooh, I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends

Dirt Triangle

Aida climbing to the top.

Moanalua Saddle

Scrambling our way over the assorted boulders, lucky the wind exposure was not gusting at its normal tempo.

Moanalua Saddle

Akira looking back as the rest of the group were making their way up.

Moanalua Saddle

Climbing our way up what is arguably the “hardest” section of the trail due to the exposure factor especially if the winds are gusting and the rope has been blown off. Subjective.

Moanalua Saddle

Aida approaching the top and relatively safety and peace of mind. All the scrambling parts were done for the day.

Moanalua Saddle

What happened to the twine and twig? More of a hindrance than help.

Moanalua Saddle

That was fun! Let’s do it again! Something that nobody said.

Moanalua Saddle

The erosion part was not over yet. Not by a long shot.

Moanalua Saddle

It would’ve looked better if the clouds had cleared in the background. Can’t have everything in life.

Moanalua Saddle

Where does this ladder lead to?

Moanalua Saddle

Greener pastures. The stairs are no more. Stripped by The Nakoa Companies sometime last year or as somebody else eloquently put it, a Brazilian wax that removed the metal from the mountains. It was actually easier to walk on the ridge line without the decaying steps on it.

Moanalua Saddle

It still takes time getting used to the au naturel look.

Moanalua Saddle

Approaching the CCL building that by all accounts will remain after the stairs have long since gone.

Moanalua Saddle

Aida on the last landing overlooking Haiku Valley which served as a natural amphitheater when the US Navy strung antenna cables across the valley in order to transmit radio signals to ships and submarines in the Pacific in 1942.

CCL Building

Group photo in front of the bombproof block house that used to house backup UHF communications to communicate between Kaneohe and Wahiawa. I believe the microwave antenna on the top of the bunker was installed later in the 1950s.

Stairway to Heaven

Looking out at the 3,922 steps that constitute the storied and iconic Stairway to Heaven. The City had awarded the contract in April 2024 to Nakoa Companies to finally tear down the stairs after decades of debates and it looked like the fate of the stairs was sealed. Friends of Haiku Stairs successfully obtained an injunction to halt the dismantling in July 2024 and it has remained there in legal limbo. Either way it will cost taxpayers a lot of money if it stands or gets torn down.

Stairway to Heaven

Synchronized straddling of the fence line.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Going down the rutted trail with Kalihi Saddle in the background.

KSRT

The group descending from the summit of Pu’u Keahi a Kahoe.

KSRT

Akira climbing down towards the defunct radar station.

KSRT

Passing another set of electric power line towers on the ridge line.

Tripler Summit

Thanks to Akira for making a pot of hot ramen noodles. Hit the spot especially when the weather had turned a corner for the worse.

Tripler Summit

Group photo on our last summit.

Tripler Trail

Leaving the 2,760′ peak.

Tripler Trail

This trail has been described by Stuart Ball as a “classic leeward Ko’olau ridge hike.” The only part I agree with is “It’s long, hard, and somewhat tedious.”

Tripler Trail

Reaching the junction that will take us off the ridge …

Tripler Trail

… to go down a somewhat steep trail …

Kamananui Valley Trail

… and down to the valley floor. The rain showers also came back to cool us off.

All pau

Finishing at the park before the next shift arrives.

GPS Tracks

Our 10.3 mile hike covered a crumbly saddle, new scenery and a long ridge hike down with a fun group. Post hike meal at Alley Restaurant. Done with the oxtail soup, too much fat and overpriced.

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Akira Suzuki, Chris Bautista, Chico Cantu, Ferlino Carinio, Roger Schiffman, and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.

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. One should also always let somebody know of your hiking plans in case something doesn’t go as planned, better safe than sorry.

The plan was to end at Tripler but weather and other factors would have the final say in our destination today.

Aiea Loop Trail

Thanks to Roger for dropping us off at the “mysterious” park to start our before the chickens wake up hike.

Aiea Loop Trail

Stopping at the bench that was installed by Thomas Yoza and his biking buddies that overlooks Kalauao Valley.

Aiea Ridge Trail

Scott standing under the sign that he installed. Still waiting on the summit sign.

Aiea Ridge Trail

Looking out at the illuminated H3 highway, the most expensive interstate highway ever built per mile. Hawaii #1.

Aiea Ridge Trail

Hump day in the mountain. Add rain. Joy.

Aiea Ridge Trail

Contouring around the base of the power-line tower.

Aiea Summit

Group photo at the typical socked in 2,805′ summit.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Striking out on the wind and rain soaked ridge line.

KSRT

Are we going forward or backwards?

KSRT

Hard blowing rain and wind outside the native tree enclosure. Are we having fun yet?

KSRT

Catching a break in the clouds as we started coming down the ridge. Enjoy it while it lasts.

KSRT

The clouds started to saturate the area as we got closer to the bottom.

Stairway to Hell

Scott finally found it. No views. When the weather does cooperate, the scenery is just leaps and bounds from the other side.

KSRT

We sought temporary refuge in the bunker from the wind and rain that was slowly draining our body heat. Somebody had finally cleaned up all the tents, sleeping bags and other detritus that occupied the bunker since the days of 2015 when they were searching for the lost hiker, Daylenn Pua.

KSRT

The condition of these stairs stands in stark contrast to the other side.

KSRT

Steps are missing, rails are slowly disintegrating into rust and being reclaimed by Mother Nature.

KSRT

Climbing out of Hell.

KSRT

Neither wind nor rain nor heat nor mud nor overgrowth stays these hikers from the completion of their hikes.

KSRT

Pausing at the top of the hill where the weather had finally toppled the geodetic pole marker.

KSRT

One good point that with all this bad weather flying around, the bees won’t be bothering us on the trail.

Red Hill Summit

Rain, rain go away. Come again another day. Nursery rhymes don’t seem to work in the mountains.

KSRT

Chico getting himself out of the hole he fell in.

Moanalua Saddle

Making our way down the “easier” side of the saddle.

Moanalua Saddle

Chico lost five points for using the rope.

Moanalua Saddle

The constant erosion keeps changing the “character” of the KST.

Moanalua Saddle

Sliding down the slippery slope thanks to the rain.

Moanalua Saddle

The rain started to dissipate as we dropped in elevation down the saddle.

Moanalua Saddle

Scott dirt surfing his way down.

Moanalua Saddle

Akira lowering himself down with the trickling Moanalua Falls in the background.

Moanalua Saddle

Somebody could see us. Must be an iphone.

Moanalua Saddle

Scott standing on the scenic rock.

Moanalua Saddle

Roger! Somebody was missing the “Oh” part. Aida and Roger had hiked up from the valley to meet us at the summit and continue towards Tripler. Plans would change.

Moanalua Saddle

Almost there.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Thanks to Akira for the hot rice soup, does a cold body good.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Group photo as we decided to cut our hike short due to weather and mobility problems and hike down into the valley.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Making our way down the short, slippery slope.

Moanalua Falls

The trickle had turned into a white ribbon of water cascading down the multi-tiered falls.

Moanalua Valley

Hitting the valley floor and crossing one of 28 stream crossings. I don’t think anybody was counting.

All pau

The last of seven bridges before we exited the trail. I counted.

GPS Tracks

Our not so favorable weather for today’s hike covered 12 miles with a fun group. Post hike meal at Alley Restaurant where I had another bowl of hot soup to warm up my cold body.

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Akira Suzuki, Chico Cantu, Roger Schiffman, Scott Peterson, and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.

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. One should also always let somebody know of your hiking plans in case something doesn’t go as planned, better safe than sorry.

We took a hike in the mountains today, not as far as we expected, but it was still a hike in the mountains.

Trailhead

The barricade that failed to properly communicate and convey what exactly is closed. DLNR posted on May 9, 2024 that Moanalua Middle Ridge will be closed for a minimum period of 90 days during the ongoing dismantlement of Haiku Stairs. Luckily, we were not going that rutted route which should be shut down for a longer period of time to let it “heal.”

Kulana’ahane Junction

Walking on the trail that was partially submerged at the stream crossings and the rapid movement and volume of water in the stream that was communicated in the dead of night. We soon reached the junction that would lead us deep into the valley.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Going under the thicket of hau tree branches blanketed by darkness.

Godek-Jaskulski Trail

Hiking up the steep loop trail pioneered by Chuck Godek and Erwin Jaskulski.

Red Hill Trail

We soon intersected with the Red Hill Trail which continued the steep lung busting climb.

Red Hill Trail

Centipedes or caterpillars. My money is on the latter.

Red Hill Summit

Reaching the summit as we broke through the cover of the jungle and darkness.

Red Hill Summit

Group photo before we headed down the saddle.

Moanalua Saddle

Sandra crossing the eroded and exposed section that is no longer hindered by the “tricky branch.”

Moanalua Saddle

Akira climbing down the pile of rocks.

Moanalua Saddle

Making my way down the constantly eroding character of the ridge line.

Moanalua Saddle

Sandra at the start of the “long slide” with the sunrise trying to break in the background.

Moanalua Saddle

Traversing over the undulating and often narrow ridge line.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Approaching the lowest point of the saddle.

Kulana’ahane Summit

The rocks had been saturated by the heavy rains from the past couple of days and we decided that the slippery slope was best left for another day.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Slurping down a hot cup of udon noodles with beef does a stomach good. Thanks Chef Suzuki.

Kulana’ahane Summit

It was time to leave the mountains.

Moanalua Falls

The 460′ plus falls that only makes it appearance during heavy periods of atmospheric water vapor.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Sitting cross legged is crucial to maintaining mobility. Doing it above a small waterfall has no proven medical benefits.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Going over one of 28 stream crossings.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Polar Bear Plunge – Hawaii version.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Walking in mud with black and white shoes. Just take my word for it.

Kamananui Valley Trail

Are we there yet?

All pau

Crossing over the last of seven bridges that afford safe passage from the swollen stream. Our aborted hike still had us covering 9.95 miles, which was still a respectable workout. Post hike meal at Alley Restaurant. Lemon Crunch to go.

Photos taken by Akira Suzuki, Sandra Walter, and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.

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. One should also always let somebody know of your hiking plans in case something doesn’t go as planned, better safe than sorry.

We did a saddle too far, for some today.

Moanalua Valley

Meeting with others that had already come down from their sunrise visit to the stairs.

Kamananui Valley Trail

Crossing over one of seven storied bridges that were built for the Damon family when they used to own the entire valley that was bequeathed by Princess Bernice Pauahi Bishop.

Kamananui Valley Trail

We ran into Barry who had come to say his final farewell to the iconic stairs.

Kamananui Valley Trail

Impromptu history lesson on the nearby rock of the old woman, Pohaku ka Luahine, that stopped the H3 highway from being built through this valley. In 1965, the State determined that out of four options: Moanalua corridor, Kalihi corridor, Kalihi alternate, and Nu’uanu corridor; that Moanalua was the most viable one. Protests and lawsuits served to further stall construction, until in 1977, the US DOT directed the State of Hawaii to look at other routes through Halawa Valley, despite their protests that no “reasonable and prudent” alternatives to Moanalua Valley exist.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the saddle, I will fear no drop, for you are with me; your rappelling gear and your webbing, they comfort me.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Matt giving directions to tourists who had lost their way to the stairs.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Going over one of two dozen or so stream crossings in the valley. Who’s keeping count?

Kulana’ahane Trail

Heading deeper into the back of the valley.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Climbing up the short and steep spur ridge with the trickling Moanalua Falls in the background.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Allison warming up for the saddle.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Agnes approaching the terminus which straddles the sloping saddle of Moanalua.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Deep thoughts. Daily affirmation. I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!

Kulana’ahane Summit

Matt demonstrating how being harnessed up will work to a highly receptive audience.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Shall we go while the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak?

Moanalua Saddle

The first few steps are always the hardest.

Moanalua Saddle

Point of no return. Allison gave it the old college try. Props to her for getting this far out of her comfort zone. Sandra and Allison would retrace their steps back down after they saw us off.

Moanalua Saddle

The rest of us continued climbing up to what I call the baby triangle which is before the dirt triangle.

Moanalua Saddle

Agnes and Matt coming up the Windward side.

Moanalua Saddle

Going up one crumbly rock at a time.

Moanalua Saddle

Watching our steps as we contoured up to the ridge line.

Moanalua Saddle

Matt bringing up the rear.

Moanalua Saddle

Agnes walking down the wide runway.

Moanalua Saddle

Climbing on the Leeward side of the dirt triangle.

Moanalua Saddle

Agnes making her way up the near vertical section.

Moanalua Saddle

Eye in the sky.

Moanalua Saddle

The face you make when you reach the top.

Moanalua Saddle

Drone view from afar.

Moanalua Saddle

Drone view up close.

Moanalua Saddle

Matt pulling himself up.

Moanalua Saddle

Going up the “cliff” section.

Moanalua Saddle

So close, yet so “far.”

Moanalua Saddle

Matt starting his climb up the “cliff” section.

Moanalua Saddle

Who said it was a good idea for somebody to go down the saddle?

Moanalua Saddle

Looking back at the stream that feeds Moanalua Falls.

Moanalua Saddle

Somebody was looking for a native bird. Not a dodo bird.

Moanalua Saddle

Going up the saddle stairs.

Moanalua Saddle

Soon, this view with the stairs will be but a memory.

Moanalua Saddle

Agnes about to make her way through the tree tunnel.

Moanalua Saddle

Going up to the cloud shrouded CCL Building.

CCL Building

Matt taking a last sip of water before staying the night to rappel Moanalua Falls the next day.

CCL Building

Our last group photo together as Matt was staying the night. He preferred the company of a dark and dank place.

Haiku Stairs

Somebody had taken the last step of the stairs home before it gets ripped off the mountain. Great minds think alike.

Haiku Stairs

Making memories in the mountains.

Haiku Stairs

There’s a lady who’s sure all is gone. And she’s hiking Stairway to Heaven before it’s really gone.

Haiku Stairs

Oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa.

Haiku Stairs

Ooh, it makes me wonder. Ooh, I will really miss this wonder.

Haiku Stairs

In a house on the ridge,

Haiku Stairs

there’s a view that sings.

Haiku Stairs

Sometimes the handshakers are misgiven about the stairs.

Haiku Stairs

The voices of those who stand looking while hiking outside the stairs.

Haiku Stairs

Dear Amber, can you hear the weak cheehoos blow? And did you know your stairway lies on the whispering wind of legal recourse?

Haiku Stairs

There’s still time to change the road we’re on. If not, some shall hike on the ridge itself.

Haiku Stairs

There’s a feeling I get when I look to the East. And my spirit is crying for leaving. But I’ll be back to hike that ridge next over.

Haiku Stairs

And a new day will dawn for those who have stood on the stairs. And the forests will echo with silence. Except for the highway sounds from the nearby H3 highway.

Haiku Stairs

There’s signs on the barricade, but she wants to be sure. ‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. Go stay go.

All pau

Walking on the access road, we noticed multiple branches on the ground that were seemingly not the work of Mother Nature. Hmmm.

Postscript

Sandra decided to go up the stairs one last time with Matt’s group of friends who were planning to all meet up at the top. Agnes and I ate at Alley Restaurant for our post hike meal. Salamat for the oxtail soup and crunch cakes. Great hike with good people.

Postscript

The stairs at twilight.

Postscript

Sun setting behind the mountains and the stairs itself.

Postscript

View of Kaneohe Bay at night.

Postscript

The Hoist House under natural and artificial illumination.

Postscript

Good night from the mountains.

Photos taken by Agnes Bryant, Allison Banks, Matt Vidaurri, Sandra Walter, and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.

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. One should also always let somebody know of your hiking plans in case something doesn’t go as planned, better safe than sorry.

The surf was up over at Waimea Bay for the Eddie and the saddles were a go for Aileen, Art, Tessa and myself over in Moanalua Valley.

Kulana’ahane Junction

We soon caught up with a group that had pushed off earlier than us from the bathrooms. They were headed to the hike du jour – Stairway to Heaven via Middle Ridge. Or so they thought.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Our paths crossed again on the valley trail. “You guys going the right way?” “We know the way. Thanks Unko.” A few minutes later. “The trail is to the left.” Looks at their phone. “We are supposed to be to the right.” Face palm.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Examining part of the wreckage that was scattered from a Thunderbolt fighter plane that crashed into the valley back in 1948. The pilot parachuted out and was picked up on Moanalua golf course.

Moanalua Valley

Leaving the maintained for the unmaintained. Always an experience.

Moanalua Valley

Going up the short puff of the steep spur ridge.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Group photo at the top with Haiku Valley and H3 behind us.

Moanalua Saddle

The group making their way up the saddle.

Moanalua Saddle

Approaching the first crumbly climb.

Moanalua Saddle

Anchor assistance.

Moanalua Saddle

The report of the trail death was an exaggeration.

Moanalua Saddle

Why go Leeward, when you can go Windward?

Dirt Triangle

Approaching the most famous obstacle on this side of the saddle.

Dirt Triangle

Contouring our way around the face side.

Dirt Triangle

Aileen climbing her way to the top of the ridge line.

Moanalua Saddle

Art bringing up the rear.

Moanalua Saddle

Climbing up the pile of rocks.

Moanalua Saddle

Erosion constantly changes the character and “face” of the mountains. It’s almost like having Alzheimer’s. It’s always a new day in the mountains.

Moanalua Saddle

Going straight up the eroded cliff. No detouring.

Moanalua Saddle

Tessa gaining the top of the crumbly climb.

Moanalua Saddle

The biggest little climb.

Moanalua Saddle

Will the real dirt dragon please sit down?

Moanalua Saddle

All the “sketchy” parts were behind us. Just straight forward ridge hiking until we reach heaven.

Moanalua Saddle

Art in between platforms.

Moanalua Saddle

There’s a lady who’s sure, all that glitters is gold, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.

CCL Building

The inside was remarkably free of rubbish, save for somebody’s tent.

Haiku Stairs

Looking down at the stairs whose fate seems to lie in the hands of money and politics.

Stairway to Heaven

A bystander took our group photo in exchange for some sunscreen. Not off my face.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Leaving the summit of Pu’u Keahi a Kahoe.

KSRT

Look ma, no hands!

Tripler Summit

We bumped into members of the HTMC at the 2,760′ grassy knob.

KSRT

Leaving the powerline towers behind us as we traversed the ridge line.

Bowman Summit

No stopping at the 2,740′ summit.

Kalihi Saddle

Descending down the sliver of a crumbly ridge.

Kalihi Saddle

Aileen sliding her way over the rock and clinging to the rope at the same time. Multi-tasking at its finest.

Kalihi Saddle

Tessa looking for the proper footing to cross over.

Kalihi Saddle

We set up a human double anchor so that Aileen could safely do the walk of faith.

Dirty Slide

The climb down was more a mixture of dirt and dry grass.

Dirty Slide

Contouring our way back to the ridge line.

Broken Wave

Goofy footing my way down. No crowds here. Zero points.

Broken Wave

Falling rock zone.

Broken Wave

Now somebody can chalk up a broken stake in addition to the broken wave.

Broken Wave

Tessa making short work of the down climb.

Kalihi Saddle

Art making his way down the “twister” of a climb.

Rock Triangle

Tessa going down the first rock triangle.

Rock Triangle

Hey, how about a spot? Hold on! I’m checking my FB status. Priorities.

Hot Wheel Tracks

We scooted over the narrow “bridge” while …

Hot Wheel Tracks

… Sugar Daddy in Training just skipped over with a song in his heart. I guess he’s not in training anymore.

Hot Wheel Tracks

Arresting Art’s fall at the expense of my hand.

Kalihi Saddle

Scooting our way down the saddle.

Rock Triangle

Checking out the Windward drop.

Rock Triangle

Aileen coming down the rockface whose Windward holds have eroded over time.

Kalihi Saddle

More scooting. Theme of the day.

Kalihi Saddle

One step at a time.

Kalihi Saddle

Let’s not make it three for three. Broken tree.

Tabletop

Contorting and climbing our way down.

Kalihi Saddle

Looking back at the group descending down the saddle.

Kalihi Saddle

Going up the wave crest.

Kalihi Saddle

The ridge slightly widened and then narrowed again. Just like a funnel.

Kalihi Saddle

Approaching the scenic point.

Witchs Hat

Making our way down to the last obstacle for the day.

Witchs Hat

The sun was setting as we made our way to the conical shaped rockface.

Witchs Hat

Golden hour.

Witchs Hat

Get busy hiking or get busy walking in the dark.

Witchs Hat

Tessa climbing her way up.

Witchs Hat

Tick tock. Daylight time was running out.

Witchs Hat

Making our way down the backside, Tessa had a bowl of snap, crackle and pop. Not talking about the cereal either.

Kalihi Saddle

All roads eventually lead to home.

Powerlines Trail

Going down the last rope climb with proper illumination.

Powerlines Trail

Approaching the lighted HECO substation as we made our way down to the service road.

All pau

You look familiar? We came out to find a cop pulling special duty on the side of the town bound highway which was closed for construction. Mahalo to El for picking us up despite the detours and taking us back to our cars.

GPS Tracks

Our saddle traverse covered roughly 7.6 miles over crumbly ridges, great scenery and with good company. Post hike meal at the only eatery still open. McDonald’s! All food tastes great in the mountains, that doesn’t necessarily hold true at sea level.

Photos taken by Aileen Agustin, Art Young, Tessa Bugay and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.

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. One should also always let somebody know of your hiking plans in case something doesn’t go as planned, better safe than sorry.

We went knockin’ on heaven’s door to finish off the saddles for some friends. However, surfing and congestion canceled the call of opportunity for them. Met up with Lilyn and Marilyn at Moanalua Valley Park where we saw shadowy figures underneath the pavilion. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kamananui Valley Trail

Crossing the first of seven storied bridges that was built for the family of the Damon Estate that used to live in this valley.

Pohaku ka Luahine

Standing nearby the rock of the old woman that stopped the construction of the H3 highway through this valley. We also met the shadowy figures in the light of day that turned out to be Al, Chris, Jimmy and Joy. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Is this the way to Diamond Head? For a nickel, somebody shouted out. I think I have competition.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Stairway to Heaven was locked up. Should we turn around? Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Crossing the first of 28 stream crossings. Yes, we counted.

Kulana’ahane Trail

The water levels were remarkably low and somewhat stagnant. Good for stream crossings.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Chris at the #13 crossing after coming through the thicket of hau trees.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Our final stream crossing before beginning our ascent up the spur ridge.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Al looking at the impressive waterfall chute, even more impressive if it was flowing.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Going up the short and steep climb towards the top. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Please read before proceeding. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Group photo left to right: Al, Joy, Jimmy, Chris, myself, Marilyn and Lilyn at the terminus where Lilyn and I parted ways with the rest of the group that went back down the same way. Do we smell?

Moanalua Saddle

Hiking our way to Stairway to Heaven. The less traveled way. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Saddle

The start of our crumbly climb up the ridge line.

Dirt Triangle

Frayed rope + chossy rocks = aborted climb. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Dirt Triangle

Lilyn coming up the contour where the anchor tree has since toppled over.

Moanalua Saddle

Clambering over the rocks. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Saddle

Lilyn climbing up the last crumbly and steep section.

Moanalua Saddle

Looking out towards another dry waterfall chute and possible future hike. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Saddle

The poor man’s dirt dragon.

Moanalua Saddle

Checking out the other lesser known stairs across the valley from the first landing.

Moanalua Saddle

Mother Nature is slowly reclaiming the stairs. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Saddle

Coming up the back stairs with the Waianae Mountain Range in the background.

Moanalua Saddle

Making my way to the top that were teeming with hikers, mostly foreign by their tongues. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Stairway to Heaven

Lilyn on top of the swaying and deteriorating structure that still supports the twin microwave antennas now used as photographic props.

Stairway to Heaven

Group photo away from the crowds.

Stairway to Heaven

Looking down at the soon to be demolished 3,922 steps? There is a good chance that the troubled Honolulu Rail Transit will be completed before these stairs are taken down.

Stairway to Heaven

Talking to the tour guide. I think he charges more than a nickel. Price of living in paradise. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Back and forth discussion as to our three possible exit routes eventually led us down the trail that we both hadn’t set foot on in years. Chicken sounds not included.

KSRT

The splendid saddle views. Unfortunately we were just viewing them and not experiencing them today. Cue in the chicken sounds. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

KSRT

Hiking in the remarkably dry trenches. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Middle Ridge (MMR)

Traffic jam that has been routed away from the Manono Tree that is clinging to life thanks to the efforts of Ted Calvero and friends.

MMR

Looking back at hikers on a rope and rolling rocks.

MMR

Leaving the crowds behind us as we descended down towards the valley. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kulana’ahane Junction

Is this the trail to Stairway to Heaven?

All pau

Hiking back on the valley trail where we met up with some old timers from HTMC and talked story for a spell. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

GPS Tracks

Our incomplete saddle hike covered a tad over 10 miles with mixed fun company. Post hike meal at Big Kahuna’s where the milkshakes are no longer made, but the garlic cheese balls are still on the menu but not ordered.

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.

Met up with Aida, Ani, Katie, Laredo, Margaret and Quan at Moanalua Valley Park to hike to heaven. The harder way.

Trailhead

Did everybody brush their shoes?

Paws on the Path

Can I take you home?

Kamananui Valley Trail

Hold my hand. I’m not quite sure who said it first. Photo by Margaret Wilson.

Kamananui Valley Trail

Group photo without holding hands, left to right: myself, Ani, Quan, Katie, Laredo, Margaret and Aida.

Kulana’ahane Junction

The sign and junction that will continue to baffle and befuddle many hikers looking for heaven. What you are seeking is 30 feet to your right. Photo by Ani Lagpacan

Kulana’ahane Trail

Going through one of many stream crossings.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Huffing and puffing our way up the short and steep spur ridge.

Moanalua Valley

Imagining what the H-3 would have looked like slicing through this valley. Not a pretty thought. Photo by Margaret Wilson.

Kulana’ahane Summit

We reached the summit with clear views all around.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Picture time.

Kulana’ahane Summit

One more selfie and then we can go.

Moanalua Saddle

The usual brisk winds blowing from Windward to Leeward kept us company.

Moanalua Saddle

Gaining elevation on our way up. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Moanalua Saddle

Ani spotting Quan as she climbed her way up the rocks. Photo by Margaret Wilson.

Moanalua Saddle

The human anchor at your service. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Moanalua Saddle

Webbing? I don’t need webbing where I’m going. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Moanalua Saddle

Katie contouring up the Windward side. Watch the drop.

Moanalua Saddle

Slow and steady was the theme for the day.

Entrepreneur

Saddle to Heaven Tours. Five cents. Pictures and meals not included. Tips are appreciated. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Moanalua Saddle

Selfie on the Leeward side. One can’t have enough selfies. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

Dirt Triangle

Ani approaching the tree that she would soon break in half. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Dirt Triangle

Katie pulling herself up.

Dirt Triangle

Aida climbing her way to the top. Photo by Margaret Wilson.

Moanalua Saddle

Back on the crumbly ridge line. Photo by Margaret Wilson

Moanalua Saddle

Katie climbing over the rocks.

Moanalua Saddle

The rest of the group making their way up. Photo by Margaret Wilson.

Moanalua Saddle

Katie going up the last crumbly section on the saddle. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Moanalua Saddle

Quan looking for her next handhold.

Moanalua Saddle

Taking in the views as all the hard parts were behind us.

Moanalua Saddle

Just straight up ridge hiking from here to the summit. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Moanalua Saddle

A couple eroded sections here and there. Photo by Margaret Wilson.

Moanalua Saddle

Arriving at the A-frame remnants that once hung five suspended antenna cables across the amphitheater shaped valley. Quite the engineering marvel. Photo by Katie Bingham

Moanalua Saddle

We took a short break on the solid concrete. No need to watch your footing for now. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

Moanalua Saddle

“There’s a lady who’s sure that she’s hiking the backway to stairway to heaven…” Photo by Quan Haberstroh.

Moanalua Saddle

“…When they get there, she knows…” Photo by Aida Gordon.

Moanalua Saddle

“…If the stairway is closed…” Photo by Aida Gordon.

Moanalua Saddle

“…with Laredo’s help, she can get out…”

Stairway to Heaven

“…Oh oh oh oh and she’s hiking up the backway to stairway to heaven.” Paraphrased from Led Zeppelin. Photo by Quan Haberstroh.

Stairway to Heaven

Group photo at the storied stairs. Lunch break in heaven.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Traversing the muddy rutted and crowd packed trail as we left the smoky views.

Pu’u Keahi a Kahoe

Leaving the 2,820′ flat summit.

KSRT

Passing a wind swept grassy meadow. Photo by Aida Gordon.

KSRT

Making our way down the steep hill to the defunct radar station. Photo by Margaret Wilson.

Pinch test

Aren’t you cold? Let’s find out.

KSRT

Leaving the radar station as we were getting cold. Well, maybe not Laredo. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

Panoramic views

Sweeping views of the Windward side. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

KSRT

Approaching the power line tower for the grassy knob.

Tripler Summit

Margaret safe and sound at the 2,760′ grassy summit. Double shaka.

Tripler Summit

One shoe is not like the others. Photo by Aida Gordon

Tripler Summit

Going down the “classic Leeward Ko’olau ridge” as Stuart Ball described the trail.

Moanalua Middle Ridge

Looking for hikers on the well trafficked ridge.

Tripler Ridge

Making our way down the last steep section of the ridge before it leveled off.

End of Road Junction

Parting ways with Laredo who decided to continue on the ridge towards the hospital.

End of Road Ridge

Dropping down to the valley floor.

Moanalua Valley

Getting turned around in the towering yellow ginger patch. Look for the power lines.

Moanalua Valley

Finding our way out and going through a white ginger patch.

Moanalua Valley

Pushing our way through the insufferable corridor of itchy California grass.

Moanalua Valley

Back on the main trail. Photo by Aida Gordon.

All pau

Let’s make like a tire and hit the road. Don’t forget to leave your nickels on the way out. People have to make a living in paradise. Photo by Aida Gordon.

GPS Tracks

Our saddle and valley hike covered 10.65 miles. Great introductory hike with a fun crew. Post hike meal at Alley Restaurant where during the wait, they ran out of oxtail soup. Just when I thought the day was ending with a bang. Whimper.

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.

Our goal was to summit the heavens, but instead we fell from grace and landed into purgatory instead.

Trailhead

We all either parked, shuttled or ubered our way to the park to meet up. Group photo left to right: Chris, myself, Ferlino, Allison, Jason, Naomi, Glenn, Shirley, Bill, Laredo and Maria.

Aiea Loop Trail

Winding our way counter clockwise on the loop textured with exposed roots and bordered by imported pine trees.

Aiea Ridge Trail

Left the loop to gain the trail that Stuart Ball calls “a gem of a ridge hike.” Photo by Jason Wilkins.

Aiea Ridge Trail

Making our way on the roller coaster ridge that I refer to as Manana’s kinder cousin.

Pu’u Kawaipo’o

No handstand attempts were futilely made at the 2,441′ peak. History doesn’t always repeat itself.

Aiea Ridge Trail

Resuming our slog towards the summit.

Grassy plateau

Sweeping and stunning views of the Windward side. Take a picture, it’ll last longer. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Powerline Tower

Ferlino standing underneath the power line tower that was parked right before the summit.

Aiea Summit

Chris putting his sign back up that had recently fallen on hard times.

Aiea Summit

The Pinoy Superman at the 2,805′ summit. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Stepping foot on the windswept spine of the Ko’olau Mountains.

Church in the Mountains

Waiting for the rest of the group to catch up … Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

KSRT

… while the rest of the group used the extra time to eat and chat and sleep.

Ahupua’a

Enjoying the valley view that stretched from the mountain to the ocean. Photo by Chris Bautista

HFD

I saw the yellow chopper land ahead of us and thought it was there to rescue some lost souls from spending eternity in this place.

KSRT

And then it was gone, but at least the views stayed with us.

North Haiku Stairs

Chris making his way across the wind blasted meadows to the rusted stairs.

North Haiku Stairs

Watching the rest of the group make their way down from the mountain top.

North Haiku Stairs

Looking down at the plane wreckage nestled at the bottom of the valley. Photo by Chris Bautista

Stairway to Hell

It was windy as hell at the lookout point.

First aid

Somebody had another owie again on the stairs.

North Haiku Stairs

Group photo as somebody was busy flying their drone, left to right: Maria, Ferlino, Allison, myself, Naomi, Jason, Glenn, Shirley and Laredo.

North Haiku Stairs

Rainbowman looking towards heaven.

REI

Checking out the wide selection of free tents in the bunker.

KSRT

Our panoramic view as we left hell.

KSRT

Naomi traversing the dilapidated and interrupted stairs. Photo by Jason Wilkins.

KSRT

I’m a little confused. Is this rope to hell or stairway to hell? Photo by Jason Wilkins

KSRT

Rainbowman has left hell.

KSRT

We passed the weather beaten geo marker and made our way across the multiple ups and downs.

Halawa Junction

One of the most overgrown trails I have had the displeasure of experiencing. Not something I am bound to repeat, unless under duress. Extreme duress.

H3 Freeway

Looking down at the $80 million per mile highway.

KSRT

Naomi making her way to the summit.

Red Hill

Jason relaxing at the terminus of Red Hill ridge after breaking his promise of never hiking to hell again. The power of love.

Moanalua Saddle

I heard that christian hymns were being sung in the mountains, but they were being drowned out by the brisk winds blowing through the mountains.

Moanalua Saddle

Naomi treading over the heavily eroded and exposed section of the ridge line.

Moanalua Saddle

A member of the choir making her way down.

Moanalua Saddle

Jason watching us from his wind sheltered perch on the saddle.

Moanalua Saddle

Allison lunging forward with the goal of establishing four points of contact with Mother Earth. Safety first.

Moanalua Saddle

I hope everybody enjoyed the views on their way down. Somehow I don’t think that happened for everybody.

Half moon

Not all moons come out during the night. And some are just plain half assed.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Looking back at the Western half of the saddle as we dropped down from the summit of Kulana’ahane.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Going down the short and steep spur ridge into the valley.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Crossing countless streams and ducking bowed branches on our way out.

All pau

Our 11.34 mile hike ended prematurely but with happy smiles all around, as some were just glad to be alive. The power of faith. Laredo decided to add extra miles and went up Moanalua Middle Ridge and back down to his home. Next stop. Zippy’s for our post hike meal. Photo by Jason Wilkins.

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.

The hidden giants in Manoa failed to wake up; so Analyn, Bill, Cisco, Ferlino, Shirley and myself tagged along with Allison’s group that were meeting at Moanalua Valley to explore the falls in the back of the geological depression. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Moanalua Valley Park

A less than auspicious start to our hike as we were greeted by the land and air units of the Honolulu Fire Department. Training or rescue underway? We didn’t stick around to find out.

Trailhead

When the fashionably late arrival of Patrick Rorie failed to materialize, we shoved off on the trail.

Kamananui Valley Trail

Hey, who’s that wahine with Bill?

Brachiaria mutica

It’s not very comfortable pushing your way through grass that has more hair than you.

Moanalua Valley

Rock hopping in the back of the valley.

Moanalua Valley

We re-grouped for our group photo, left to right: myself, Bill, Analyn, Shirley, Erik, Ferlino, Cisco and Allison. Photo by Moorea Efird.

That way?

After hiking in circles and not being guided by the presence of Patrick Rorie, we threw in the towel and headed back to a more recognizable trail. Photo by Moorea Efird.

Moanalua Valley

Following the rainbow (man) out of the valley.

Lychee

Synchronized eating as we waited for the rest of the group to catch up.

Moanalua Valley

Flagged guava trees provided a marked contrast to our earlier lack of trail.

Moanalua Valley

Plane wreckage parts littered the landscape which provided photo opportunities for Allison and Laredo. Photo by Moorea Efird.

Moanalua Falls

We soon spotted the ephemeral waterfall.

Moanalua Falls

Erik making his way to the base of the pool with the valley backdrop behind him.

Moanalua Falls

Ferlino swinging in his hammock.

Moanalua Falls

Taking the plunge for the group photo, left to right: Ferlino, Cisco, Moorea, Allison, Erik, Analyn, myself and Laredo.

Scent of a woman

Somebody came pretty close to switching teams.

Moanalua Falls

Leaving the trickling waterfall.

Moanalua Valley

Weaving our way through the dense thicket of hau branches.

Moanalua Valley

Crossing one of over two dozen stream crossings. Who’s counting. Photo by Moorea Efird.

All pau

We ended our 11.13 mile valley hike back in the park where the group had split and gone its separate ways. Thanks again to Allison for letting us join her group. Post hike meal at McDonald’s. I’m wasn’t really lovin’ it.

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 told some friends go to hell this weekend and they took me up on it. Photo by Dennis Regan.

Trailhead

Mahalo to Allison for dropping Ani, Christine, Cisco, Janell, Ryan and myself off at the top of the trail. A short time later, Uber dropped off Dennis who rounded out the crew for the day.

Aiea Loop Trail

Stepping on the trail strewn with chopped and fallen trees. Lumberjack’s wet dream.

Aiea Ridge Trail

The morning sky beckoned us with false promises of clear summits. Photo by Ryan Meyer.

March of Progress

The trail to Homo Viator is fraught with misdirection.

Pu’u Kawipo’o

Free Flipper! Willy has already left the park.

Aiea Ridge Trail

Hiking into the clouds. False promises becomes reality. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

Aiea Ridge Trail

Looking back at our closing window of opportunity to see anything of scenic interest. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

Aiea Summit

Group photo at the socked in summit, left to right: Ryan, Christine, Ani, Janell, myself, Dennis and Cisco.

Aiea Summit

Busy bee. More like an idle bee.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Making our way on the cloud soaked ridge line that was characterized with …

KSRT

… multiple short ups …

KSRT

… and downs.

KSRT

Single file smiling on the ridge. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

Good deed of the day

Ryan using his engineering skills to make the fence right again. We can’t have any of those endemic plants escaping out into the wild.

Ohia Lehua

Passing through dew kissed shrubs bedecked with crimson flowers.

KSRT

Descending down through the clouds where we saw the bunker in the grassy meadows that marks the entrance to hell.

Welcome to hell

May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead. Oh wait, two weeks late to the drinking toast.

North Haiku Stairs

Hell has been described as a place of torment and punishment, with temperatures north of unbearably hot. We must be in a different location defined by a different religion. Photo by Christine Galiza.

Stairway to Hell

Group photo at the dilapidated stairs that have seen better days. Light wind conditions made for cool temperatures with periodic moments of sunshine that provided welcome warmth.

Stairway to Hell

Looking down at the stairs that the US Navy failed to finish. Photo by Dennis Regan.

Lost

Ani and Cisco went off to explore and find a plane wreckage from a time long ago. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Cleared to fly

Wind conditions were favorable to flying Dennis’s mavic drone, which provided us a birds eye view of the hellish surroundings.

KSRT

Following the rusted rope out of hell as we passed the bunker that has turned into a sanctuary for unwanted tents. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

KSRT

Leaving the last of the rusted stairs behind us. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

KSRT

Making our way through a couple more short ups and downs.

KSRT

Panoramic view from the geo marker.

KSRT

Approaching the saddle.

Red Hill Summit

A somber reminder of a search from four years ago that came up empty, but did result in the formation of OSAR.

Moanalua Saddle

What holds all this together? Not much. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Moanalua Saddle

The rest of the group making their way down the saddle.

Hiking muse

You should be in a painting. Photo by Christine Galiza.

Moanalua Saddle

Panoramic view of the saddle with Dennis. Photo by Christine Galiza.

Moanalua Saddle

Cisco coming down the saddle. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

Moanalua Saddle

To climb or to contour? Pick your poison. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Looking back at the western half of the saddle we had just descended. Photo by Janell Tuttle.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Panoramic view from Hell to Heaven. Photo by Ryan Meyer.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Everybody’s Irish at the end of the day. Except for those that don’t consume alcohol. Photo by Janell Tuttle.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Looking towards Stairway to Heaven that was invitingly clear. Anybody want to continue? Anybody? Photo by Janell Tuttle.

Moanalua Valley

Leaving the saddle as we dropped down the short spur ridge going into the valley. Photo by Ani Lagpacan.

Kulana’ahane Trail

There are supposed to be well north of two dozen stream crossings on this trail. Who’s counting?

Kulana’ahane Trail

One of many thickets of tangled hau tree branches, I’m sure not as many as the stream crossings, but enough to be obstructive.

Kulana’ahane Junction

The last streambed crossing for the day. What was the total count?

Kamananaui Valley Trail

One of seven bridges on the trail. Yes, I actually counted. Something to take my mind off the monotonous road. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

All pau

It’s so hard to say goodbye, so let’s not. Our hike traveled 13.38 miles through ridges, mountains, valleys and not to mention the very hospitable hell. Great hike with new and old friends. Post hike meal at Alley Restaurant where oxtail soup was still being dished out.

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.