Aida, Aileen, Andrew, Akira, Chico, Chris, Jeremy, Mari, Roger, Ryan, Val and myself collectively gathered to do a short birthday hike on Superbowl Sunday.

Pu’u O Hulu Trail

We all parked nearby the seventh pole and after some discussion, went up the “normal” switchback trail.

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Tessa leaving the “pebbly” neighborhood behind her.

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Aida and Roger sitting in a tree. P-H-O-T-O-B-O-M-B.

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One can’t escape graffiti, even in the mountains. Just wait until you get to the top.

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Switch backing our way up the trail as we gained elevation and with it, stunning coastal, valley and mountain views.

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Good morning sunshine.

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The group reaching the top of the ridge line of the hill after climbing roughly 700′ up the hill.

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Some of the girls checked out the concrete emplacements below the vantage point.

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The group at the first bunker that was painted in a jigsaw pattern. The graffiti is constantly changing up here. Here today, gone tomorrow.

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Chris in the first WW2 bunker.

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The girls approaching the second and third bunkers.

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This particular hike is very popular with the public as evidenced by the abundance of other hikers on the trail.

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Looking down on the first and second bunkers.

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Andrew getting two shakes for the price of one.

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Mari inside the pillbox that gives the trail its current and popular name.

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Outside photo of the bunker that was painted pink in 2015 to promote breast cancer awareness.

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We have a liftoff at seven minutes past the hour, liftoff on Skydio 1.

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Drone views.

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Enjoying the sparse shade while we can.

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Approaching the fourth and fifth pillboxes that are also known as Maili Pillboxes or Puu o Hulu Pillboxes.

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Happy Birthday Aida! Enjoy your stick of butter.

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Group photo at the summit which is roughly 800′ in elevation.

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Chico working hard for his money. Nobody said retirement was going to be easy.

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Leaving the summit and whatever shade that was offered.

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This section offered a tad more climbing than the bunker lined trail.

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Shadow watchers.

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Making our way down into the saddle.

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Chico climbing down the rocks.

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Andrew and Aileen making their way down.

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What sound does it make when a hiker falls off a rock? Marine.

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The Marine looking for the easier route down.

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Checking out the different routes in case the Marine got in trouble.

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Tessa following the group climbing their way down.

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Everybody took their own path of least resistance on the way down.

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Negotiating the narrow part of the ridge line.

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The graffiti guys leaves no rocks untouched.

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Checking out the puka.

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How many hikers can fit in and around a puka? In today’s evolution, lucky 13.

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Descending down towards the lowest point in the ridge line.

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Aida climbing her way down sans backpack. She’s not called Princess for nothing.

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The boys checking out the available ways down. There were three choices. 1. The Climbing way. 2. The Contour way. 3. The Marine way.

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Even though we were only around 400′ elevation at this point, the framing seems like we are high in the Hawaiian Alps, if such mountains existed.

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Looking back at the summit of Pu’u O Hulu.

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Aida and Ryan working their way around the rocks.

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The group making their way down the last of the rock climbs.

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Contouring our way past the water tank and to the trail that would take us out to Sea Country. The original plan was to hike to the end, but it was getting hot and the kickoff was getting too close for comfort for some in the group, so we cut the hike in half. Compromises.

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Who wore it better? Text your answer to 246-6532 (AINOKEA).

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Now all Chico and Mari need are real bicycles. Perhaps search the nearby chronic camps for the mode of transportation that was invented in 1817.

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Hanging out near the rockfall protection fence installed to catch any errant rocks that may come tumbling down into the residential houses below us.

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The last obstacle of the day as we climbed over the fence meant to keep out the riff raff from using the RORO dumpster.

All pau

The Princess Diaries. Get lost. Get picked up in a Lexus. Not as good as inheriting the throne of a small European kingdom, but for today’s purposes, all good.

Casa Cantu

Susan making it rain dollar bills. She didn’t even have to dance on a pole. Life’s not fair.

Casa Cantu

Happy Birthday to Aida and Lilia. Many more happy returns.

Casa Cantu

Group photo to end the Super Bowl blowout. I think most of the group were interested in what the bar had to offer anyway while I nursed my Coca-Cola as the Eagles beat the Chiefs 40-22.

Casa Cantu

Sunset over the saddles. Thanks to everybody that came to the birthday hike that clocked in at around 2.6 miles, chipped in and brought food and their appetites and smiles. Mahalo to the Cantus for hosting and also making too much ono food.

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Aileen Agustin, Akira Suzuki, Andrew Green, Chico Cantu, Chris Bautista, Jeremy Cannone, Mari Saito, Roger Schiffman, Ryan Nakahara, Tessa Bugay, Val Wang, 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.

Thanks to Ka’eo for dropping Aida, Jasmin, Mari and myself off at Makua Cave to start our perimeter walk #8 around the island.

Makua Cave

We left the cave of Kane that was formerly inhabited by Kamahoalii, a shape shifting shark god that had an appetite for humans until he was destroyed by the local residents.

Farrington Highway

Finding a dime heads up is considered lucky and also an confirmation that you are on the right path.

Farrington Highway

Somebody was arriving fashionably late or more commonly known as Hawaiian time.

Farrington Highway

Jasmin found something on the roadside that was worth more than a dime.

Farrington Highway

Ferlino swung into his natural habitat and picked some tamarind seeds that were too sour for somebody’s taste buds.

Farrington Highway

Open table not to be confused with OpenTable.

Ohikilolo Ranch

Cattle and Kiawe trees waiting to be harvested for domestic and international consumption.

Farrington Highway

How wide is it?

Farrington Highway

The best time to go fishing with Kaena Point and her gleaming golf balls in the distance.

Farrington Highway

Why walk when you can run? Hooah!

Kea’au Beach

Keeping our feet dry.

Kea’au Beach

360 degree perspective.

Kea’au Beach

Hop, skip, and a jump.

Kea’au Beach

Coastal erosion at work.

Kea’au Beach

Hawaiian sea salt straight from the lava rocks.

Farrington Highway

Just missing the car.

Makaha Beach

In 1937, John Kelly and Wally Froiseth who were looking for lobsters, “discovered” the savage waves crashing onto the beach and the rest is history.

Makaha Beach

Enjoying the calm waters before the winter months.

Farrington Highway

Looking out at Makaha Stream that originates deep within Makaha Valley.

Farrington Highway

Art interpretation of a gecko, that should be hanging in the house and not outside.

Mauna Lahilahi

We detoured off the beaten path for a short hike up to what is also referred to as the smallest mountain and turtle rock.

Mauna Lahilahi

Starting our short hike up the thin mountain.

Mauna Lahilahi

Going the “harder” way.

Mauna Lahilahi

The others went the more direct way. To each their own.

Mauna Lahilahi

360 degree perspective on the 230′ summit.

Mauna Lahilahi

Jasmin with a sweeping view of Papaoneone Beach and the Hawaiian Princess Resort.

Mauna Lahilahi

Aida standing with distant views of Kea’au and Kamaile’unu Ridges in the background.

Mauna Lahilahi

Somebody started cramping while coming down from the mountain. The sudden altitude change back to sea level can do that to ones body. Or not. I’m not a medical doctor.

Mountain Magic Shave Ice

Enjoying syrup soaked shaved ice that was originally introduced to Hawaii by Japanese immigrant workers back in the early 1900s.

Farrington Highway

Umbrellas do come in handy on a walk.

Farrington Highway

The shark is seen by some Hawaiians as their ‘aumakua that were personal or family gods.

Israel Kamakawiwo’ole

Bronze bust of the “The Voice of Hawaii” that was dedicated in 2003.

Kaupuni Stream

Looking out at the Waianae Mountain Range in the background.

Farrington Highway

The most famous word from Hawaii when broken down means breath of life.

First Hawaiian Bank

Banker’s hours.

Tamura Super Market

We popped in the store that was founded in the 1920s and was originally called Tamura Shoten for some cold refreshments.

Farrington Highway

Mural of vintage cars.

Farrington Highway

Walking on the highway that originally started as a walking route for those wanting to access the West side from central and Ewa Beach side. Full circle.

Kaukama Road

Passing by the hill that is dominated by military fortifications known as pillboxes that were built back in 1923.

All pau

Mahalo to Jason for picking us up farther down the road than expected. Hitchhikers can’t be choosy.

GPS Tracks

Our perimeter walk covered 10.9 miles through the sun baked landscape. Post hike meal at Julie’z. Can I see that found phone again Jasmin? I guess it’s back to being lost.

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Ferlino Carinio, Jasmin Nepomuceno, Mari Saito, 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.