The Kona Low pressure system was still lingering around the islands like a bad cold, so I decided if you can’t beat them, might as well join them.

Makaha Valley Plantation

We all met up and parked at Lilyn’s friends place and took a group photo with the resident peacock perched in the tree behind us. These birds from India, first arrived to Hawaii during the mid-1800s and has since established feral populations on all the major islands. In 2009, a woman beat a peacock to death with a baseball bat in this same area. She was found not guilty. If you ever heard a peacocks assortment of sounds which ranges from screams, honking, cawing, calling, squawking, clicking, screeching and cooing, you would understand.

Makaha Valley

Waterfalls spilling off the mountains all around us. It was going to be a wet day.

Makaha Valley

Approaching the gated community of Mauna Olu Estates in the shadow of Kamaile’unu Ridge.

Makaha Valley

Fording the swollen stream.

Makaha Valley

The firefighter assisting the barefoot hikers who threw their shoes on the opposite bank so that their shoes and socks would stay dry. On a waterfall hike. Things that make you go hmmm.

Makaha Valley

Somebody was excited to find paria leaves in the wild.

Makaha Valley

Passing a lo’i kalo.

Makaha Valley

The nearby creek was cranking.

Makaha Valley

What lies behind that gate and can somebody grab my sunglasses?

Kane’aki Heiau

Group photo in front of the best preserved Hawaiian temple on the island.

Kane’aki Heiau

Wat? Just taking a picture of the colorful bird of paradise flower native to South Africa.

Makaha Valley

The running water was making deep cracks on the service road.

Makaha Valley

Straight from the tap. Unfiltered.

Makaha Valley

Holding hands so that if one gets swept away, they all go together. Teamwork.

Makaha Valley

Intro to mycology 101. Tremella fuciformis or snow fungus.

Makaha Valley

Waiting at the BWS pumping station.

Makaha Valley

One would be hard pressed to not find any manmade structure, active or abandoned, that has not been touched by graffiti. Scott would beg to differ.

Makaha Valley

Not taking our shoes off again?

Makaha Valley

I guess not.

Makaha Valley

This particular tree serves as a marker to turn up towards the ridge named after a primate that made it big in Hollywood.

Makaha Valley

Some stream are for crossing. Some are for sitting.

Makaha Valley

Crossing another stream. Who said there were only a few?

Makaha Valley

How do mushrooms grow? I’m glad you asked. Fungal colonies composed of mycelium, which are root like threads, are found underground and in decaying matter like dead trees. Damp and dark conditions promote the growth of mushrooms on the surface which releases spores to spread more colonies of mycelium. You didn’t ask?

Makaha Valley

Somebody earlier was worried that the falls might be dry upon arrival. Losing bet.

Makaha Valley

More stream crossings than you can shake a tabi at.

Makaha Valley

Dry.

Makaha Valley

Wet. Rinse. Repeat.

Makaha Valley

Fleshy shelf tree fungi.

Makaha Valley

Sighting of fungal fruiting bodies perhaps Marasmiellus hapuuae.

Banana Falls

No pooling or harvesting of bananas today.

Makaha Valley

Looks like the same mushrooms you can find in your local supermarket. Don’t know if it’s edible though.

Makaha Valley

There’s more than one way to climb a tree. Some chose easy. Some chose hard.

Makaha Valley

Or don’t climb at all.

Makaha Valley

Not all those who wander are lost. But it sure looks like it. Let’s turn around. Besides, I’ve got a Dyson Vacuum to buy!

Makaha Valley

Scott scrambling up the moss and rain slicked rocks.

Pueo Falls

High pitched voices announced that the flowing falls was near. Two got lost. One stayed behind as falling rain in a confined space was not always conducive to a waterfall hike.

Pueo Falls

Approaching the roughly 1,000′ multi-tiered waterfall cascading down from Mount Ka’ala.

Pueo Falls

Following the rapidly moving stream as we made our way up the slippery slope.

Pueo Falls

Getting closer to the roughly 300′ base tier of the waterfall. The spray and force of the water was very palpable.

Pueo Falls

Brown water was less than white water.

Pueo Falls

Everybody got their 15 minutes of photographic fame.

Pueo Falls

Group photo at the base of the thundering waterfall.

Pueo Falls

The unrelenting rain forced our early departure so we made like the red sea and split.

Pueo Falls

Getting out of the stream and back onto the trail.

Makaha Valley

What goes up, must come back down faster.

Makaha Valley

Back and forth stream crossings.

Makaha Valley

Walking through coffee plants that were left behind by the former Waianae Coffee Plantation.

Makaha Valley

Must be a female thing.

Makaha Valley

Colony of fungi that seemed to almost completely cover the bark of the tree.

Makaha Valley

Wash day. Just don’t get washed away.

Kane’aki Heiau

360 degree view of the 16th century Hawaiian temple that was dedicated to Lono, the god of Agriculture and Fertility.

Makaha Valley

Not the view you would want.

Makaha Valley

The sign marks the spot. Harvest time!

Makaha Valley

Last stream crossing of the day. Wet from top to bottom.

Makaha Valley

Walking out towards civilization. Playtime was over.

All pau

Somebody ruffled his feathers and she still wasn’t impressed. Our waterlogged hike in every sense of the word, covered a little over ten miles with a fun group. Post hike meal at Coquito’s. Hearty food for a hearty hike.

Photos taken by Chico Cantu, Jen Odence, Lilyn Avendano, Marilyn Bermudez, Scott Dea, 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.

Tessa, Thomas and myself spent part of the Memorial Day Weekend camping on the West side.

Waialua

Mahalo to Edgar for driving us past the DLNR checkpoint and dropping us off at the entrance to the Kaena Point Natural Area Reserve.

Kaena Point

Passing by the fenced enclosure that protects one of the last intact dune ecosystems in the islands.

Kaena Point

Hiking up to the first bunker on the ridge.

Kaena Point

Standing on the second bunker looking out towards the jumping off point for departing souls according to Hawaiian legends.

Kaena Point

Tessa looking out towards Yokohama Bay or Keawa’ula Beach.

Kaena Point

The sun aka the heat rising above the third bunker.

Kaena Point

Scrambling our way through the dry grass and basaltic rocks.

Kaena Point

Approaching the military base that first appropriated 153 acres of this area back in 1959.

Kaena Point

Tessa making the final push to the top.

Kaena Point

Skirting the fenced base that tracks satellites in orbit.

Kaena Point

Enjoying our brisk walk in the morning.

Kaena Point

Leaving the radomes behind us.

Kaena Point

Oh give me a home where the cows roam, Where the pigs and the pheasants play, Where seldom is heard a discouraging warning, And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Kaena Point

Open the gate. Close the gate.

Kaena Point

Have permit, will hike. We shall see.

Kaena Point

Looking for somebody to check our permit out. He found us.

Kaena Point

Thomas waiting for his ride.

Kaena Point

No H & H for us this weekend.

Kuaokala Trail

The group reunited and ready to hike.

Kuaokala Trail

Somebody’s illusion of the trail being relatively flat was soon to be rudely shattered.

Kuaokala Trail

Breakfast break at the picnic shelter.

Kuaokala Trail

Following the hiking stick figure. He must know the way.

Kuaokala Trail

Thomas coming down the tree lined corridor.

Kuaokala Trail

Trading in the soft ground for some hard rock.

Kuaokala Trail

Standing tall.

Kuaokala Trail

An ubiquitous sight in the mountains. Fences.

Kuaokala Trail

Brief break at the trail sign.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

Back on the road again.

WST

When 2WD is better than 4WD.

WST

Detouring off the jeep road.

WST

Makua Valley views along with a splash of rain.

WST

Going up the hill multiplied by a heavy pack. Fun all day.

WST

All feet on the side of the geodetic marker, not the top.

WST

One of many fence crossings on the trail.

WST

Switch backing our way up through the hill of reforested endemic plants.

WST

Contouring our way around the endemic enclosure.

WST

One of the best scenic spots to soak in Makua Valley.

WST

Following the fence line as it bordered the valley.

WST

Windmills in the background, shelter in the foreground.

WST

We decided to change plans and make camp down in the valley.

Camp Mokuleia

Staking out our respective tent spots for the night as the mosquitoes sought to distract us.

Camp Mokuleia

We filtered water from the leaky hose and ate our dinner. Most of us retired early to our tents since the night life around these parts was lacking, while some wandered the trails.

Camp Mokuleia

Day 2
We woke up the next day and broke down camp.

Camp Mokuleia

Our breakfast to start the day was Spanish roll dipped in coffee, reconstituted food and spam musubi fried rice.

Camp Mokuleia

Back to our regularly scheduled program of hiking.

WST

Nothing to wake you up in the morning like a good cardio workout.

WST

Looking down into the valley where ancient Hawaiians believe man was first created.

WST

Enjoying a relatively flat spell of the trail strewn with assorted boulders.

WST

Back on the undulating trail.

Three Corners

360 degree view of the valleys of Makaha, Makua and Mokuleia.

WST

A solitary scarlet lehua flower.

WST

Plunging into the overgrowth.

WST

So close, yet so far.

WST

The fence line is the hikers lifeline in the uluhell.

WST

Making our way off the hill.

Ka’ala Road

Trail meets the road.

Ka’ala Road

Somebody was stretching out for the 2.5 mile walk up the paved road littered with rockfalls.

Ka’ala Road

Using the traffic mirror for our group photo.

Ka’ala Road

Pushing off the gradual ascent up to the highest peak on the island.

Ka’ala Road

Taking in the views.

Ka’ala Road

Halfway there! Numerically speaking that is.

Ka’ala Road

Straight from the pipe. Unfiltered. Undrunk.

Ka’ala Road

End of the road for us.

Mount Ka’ala

Brief stop at the recently built three walled shelter.

Mount Ka’ala

Group photo at the highest peak on the island.

Mount Ka’ala

Walking on the roughly 3/4 mile boardwalk that traveled through the endemic cloud forest.

Mount Ka’ala

Trematolobelia flowers were in bloom throughout the bog.

Waianae Kaala Trail

Dropping off the summit on our way down to the valley.

Waianae Kaala Trail

Climbing down one at a time.

Waianae Kaala Trail

On rope.

Waianae Kaala Trail

Going down the steep mountainside.

Waianae Kaala Trail

Scrambling down the second set of boulders on the trail.

Waianae Kaala Trail

On our way down, we ran into a pack of boy scouts who were planning to camp at the shelter. That was going to be a tight fit, squashed like sardines.

Waianae Kaala Trail

Things that go bump in the night. Things that rustle in the grass. They both will scare you when you least expect it.

All pau

Many thanks to Chico who had arrived earlier and hiked up to the summit, got cold and went back down and struck up a long running conversation with a honest person who would never take stuff that didn’t belong to him, for picking us up in the remote valley and driving us back to our cars in Mililani.

Popeyes Chicken

Post hike meal at Louisiana Chicken where we chowed down chicken and ice cold soda to replenish all the calories we spent on our 16.7 mile weekend hike. Good fun with great people.

Photos taken by Tessa Bugay, Thomas Barrett, 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.

In search of ridges that I have yet to hike; met up with Andy, Jen, Lilyn, and John today.

Trailhead

Some of us left our doors unlocked and crossed our fingers and hoped for the best as we started up the grassy and rocky ridge.

Kamaileunu Heiau

Skirting the ancient Hawaiian temple.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Mass in the mountains.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Coming up on the Makaha side of the ridge.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Stuart Ball calls this ridge, “the most rugged hike on the island.” Do this on a stiff summer day and one will wholeheartedly agree. Luckily, we were blessed with breezy and overcast conditions on our hike.

Pu’u Kamaileunu

Leaving behind the 1,085′ summit behind us and the sprawling solar farm, one of many that are popping up all over the island.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Checking out the valley views of Waianae and Lualualei.

Kamaileunu Ridge

John charging up the rocky ridge.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Did lightning or a campfire burn this tree down to charcoal?

Kamaileunu Ridge

Less talking, more hiking.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Climbing up the steep stretch of the ridge.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Dropping into the saddle.

Pu’u Kepau’ula

Group photo at the 2,678′ summit, left to right: Lilyn, John, Andy, myself and Jen.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Why contour when you can climb?

Kamaileunu Ridge

Going through the ironwood grove.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Andy and Jen climbing one of many dikes on the ridge.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Passing through kiawe trees and cacti that dominated the ridge line.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Another puka or hole on the mountains.

Kamaileunu Ridge

John approaching the last pu’u or hill where we took our lunch.

Kamaileunu Ridge

End of the road for us. Group photo at the highest peak on the ridge at 3,206′. Somebody give it a name already. Expansive vista views of the valleys and nearby fluted cliffs and peaks of the Waianae Mountain Range were enjoyed by all.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Following the ribbons as we made our way back down the ridge.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Somebody was happy that they didn’t miss the puka this time around.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Lilyn and John climbing over the dike.

Kamaileunu Ridge

The imposing rock edifice that interrupted the fence line.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Contouring below the dike.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Back on the dike.

Kamaileunu Ridge

Jen taking the climbing option to heart.

Hunter’s Ridge

Going down the spur ridge. It later dawned on me that I have partially hiked this ridge back in 2014, when a bunch of us searched for a missing local boy by the name of Kalani Vierra. Unfortunately, he was never found.

Hunter’s Ridge

Some of us found bullet shells as we climbed our way down, hence the name of the ridge. Pickings were slim today.

Hunter’s Ridge

John checking out the brown massive cliffs in the gulch below us. Resembled a bear claw, cousin to the one in Waimanalo.

Hunter’s Ridge

Holding the pair of goat skulls that John had found on our hike down. It was later gifted to Andy.

Hunter’s Ridge

Somebody was trying to get someone’s attention.

Hunter’s Ridge

This fella? Packs of goats were seen running around the sides of the cliffs as if it was just a Sunday walk for them, which it was.

Hunter’s Ridge

This must be the steep parts that I had heard so much about. Yay!

Hunter’s Ridge

Climbing down the relentless ridge as the bottom couldn’t come soon enough.

Hunter’s Ridge

Scanning the bushes for something white, old and lost.

Hunter’s Ridge

The mountain had coughed up John’s cap from its Lost & Found collection.

Hunter’s Ridge

Passing through the field of waist high dry grass and rolling rocks underfoot.

All pau

Walking back to Andy’s truck that he had staged earlier in the nearby neighborhood. All vehicles were still present and intact. The best part of the hike.

GPS Tracks

Our hike with new and old friends covered a little over five miles over rough terrain decorated with decent views, bullet shells of assorted calibers and goat remains. Post hike meal at El Mariachi. There was no live music with our food.

Photos taken by Jen Odence, John Sage, Lilyn Avendano, Richard Anton St. Onge 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.

That once in a blue moon struck again this weekend as Team BASK and friends met up for a hike on the West side. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Waianae Valley

Thanks to Mike for dropping Analyn, Bill, Ferlino, Lilyn, Shirley and myself off at the trailhead.

Waianae Valley

Most of us put our heads down as we trudged up the service road, while some of us held their heads up high. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Waianae Valley

Time to leave the road and hit the trail that was …

Waianae Valley

… marked with yellow arrow …

Waianae Valley

… and bottlecaps.

Bolohead Ridge

Leaving the trail as we started our way up the rocky ridge. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Bolohead Ridge

Gaining elevation as we left behind the forest canopy. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Bolohead Ridge

Bill and Shirley scrambling up the ridge. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Bolohead Ridge

Turning around for views of Waianae and Lualualei Valleys and the coastline.

Bolohead Ridge

Preparing to assume my rightful seat … Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

Bolohead Ridge

… until I was dethroned. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Bolohead Ridge

The group preparing to traverse the somewhat skinny dike while holding aloft a GoPro to record said activity.

Bolohead Ridge

Activity recorded. Photo by Bill Yogi.

Bolohead Ridge

Making our way to the first hump on the ridge. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Bolohead Ridge

Now I know what it feels like to be on a short leash. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

Bolohead Ridge

Lilyn climbing her way up. Webbing optional.

Bolohead Ridge

Contact with the fence line in the middle of the ridge. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Bolohead Ridge

The burning bush had spoken and halted progress for some in our group that would descend back down to the valley.

Bolohead Ridge

Drone photos by Bill Yogi. Still waiting for mines.

Bolohead Ridge

Ferlino hopping over the fence. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Bolohead Ridge

Topping out at the not so bolohead rock face. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Bolohead Ridge

Ferlino pulling himself up. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Bolohead Ridge

Climbing down the backside of the rock face. Somebody said it didn’t look that high. It’s all about perspective. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Bolohead Ridge

Lilyn making her way down while looking for her next foothold.

Bolohead Ridge

Analyn and Ferlino leaving the rock face behind them. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Scrambling our way up the steep flank of the mountain. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Mount Ka’ala

Looking back at the ridge we had just traversed. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Mount Ka’ala

Following the sound to the waterfall. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Mount Ka’ala

Standing on the scenic rock or something close to it. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Climbing up the rock slide. One way. Fingers crossed. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Lilyn pulling herself up while trying to avoid a flashback.

Mount Ka’ala

We soon traded in the hot and harsh conditions for a more refrigerated one. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Analyn and Ferlino crossing through the wetland. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Dropping down the fence as we crossed a small stream. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Following the fence line through the overgrowth.

Mount Ka’ala

The end of the fence. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Walking on the boardwalk that cuts through over 1,000 acres that is home to native fauna and flora. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Lilyn leaving no leaf overturned in her search for native snails.

Mount Ka’ala

We ended our hike at the highest point on the island. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Lunch in the drizzling rain. We soon moved to shelter to be fixated by a shiny ball. All that was missing was the disco music. Bill and Shirley soon rejoined the group.

Mount Ka’ala

Running reflections. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

Mount Ka’ala

The weeping wall. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Walking down the mist shrouded road during off peak hours. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear, left to right: Ferlino, Analyn, Lilyn, myself, Bill and Shirley. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

Does this apply to ladders as well? Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Mount Ka’ala

We should have brought our hardhats. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Mount Ka’ala

End of the road.

King Kong Ridge

Going down the initial steep descent. Strawberry guava trees and faded webbing was most helpful. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

King Kong Ridge

The grade soon leveled off.

King Kong Ridge

Going down a small rock face. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

King Kong Ridge

Analyn climbing her way down. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

King Kong Ridge

Looking for yellowjackets and the primate rock. Luckily, one was a no show. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

King Kong Ridge

Scrambling up the slippery rocks to get a better view from the top. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

King Kong Ridge

The resemblance still went unnoticed. Group photo on top of the pile of rocks.

King Kong Ridge

Standing on the shoulders of primates.

King Kong Ridge

Going down the very slippery slope.

King Kong Ridge

Standing before the spirit cave which was formed when giant boulders landed on the side of the mountain. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

King Kong Ridge

A couple of hikers hanging upside down.

King Kong Ridge

Now we were flying down the trail like bats out of hell. Well some of us were, some were just trying to make it back before curfew.

Makaha Valley

Not all tree huggers are liberals.

Makaha Valley

Leaving the trail for the road. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makaha Icy Ponds

The ponds were indeed icy for the three of us that took the plunge.

Makaha Valley

Crossing the stream where we took the less trodden trail to exit the valley. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makaha Valley

Approaching the towers that were built in the 70’s.

All pau

The last picture of the hike. Fingers crossed. Photo by Bill Yogi.

GPS Tracks

Our ridge to ridge hike covered 9.72 miles with fun friends. Thanks to Bill’s family for picking us up and taking us back to our cars. Post hike meal at A&G Steaks & Things where we enjoyed Hawaiian food, live music and impromptu dancing.

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 goal of the hike was to get a close shave on the mountains today as Jasmin dropped Ferlino and myself off in the valley of screaming peacocks. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Makaha Valley

We were pleasantly surprised to see Aida, Analyn, Anne and Art chasing the preening peacocks for their photographs and not their feathers. Photo by Anne Fai.

Makaha Valley

Crossing the bone dry stream bed.

Mohala I Ka Wai

We saw taro. Laulau poke. We saw papayas. Now all we needed were chickens.

Kane’aki Heiau

No walking tours today.

OCCC

This is what happens when you have an early release of inmates due to unfounded fears of COVID19. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Makaha Valley

Following the bottlecap breadcrumbs through the forest as we picked up the trail.

Makaha Valley

Going up the steep hill. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Knife Edge

Taking a shaded break before heading out onto the exposed ridge. Photo by Anne Fai.

Knife Edge

Hope everybody slathered sunscreen on their exposed epidermis. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Knife Edge

Ferlino holding up the side of the rocks so that we could safely pass through. Photo by Art Young.

Knife Edge

Panoramic view of Makaha Valley.

Knife Edge

A hole in her heart. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Knife Edge

Aida climbing up one of many rock faces. Photo by Art Young.

Knife Edge

Contouring and climbing over the rocks. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Knife Edge

The group climbing up against the backdrop of the fluted flanks flowing down from Ohikilolo Ridge.

Knife Edge

Gaining elevation as we climbed up the rocky ridge line. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Knife Edge

The group climbing over the serrated rock section. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Knife Edge

More climbing and contouring on the ridge line.

Knife Edge

Taking a well deserved break. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Knife Edge

Burrowing our way through the tree line. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Knife Edge

Anne sitting on her “chair.” It was much more comfortable sitting on a pile of rocks than a thorny cacti. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Knife Edge

Scrambling up the ridge line.

Knife Edge

Giving a helping hand. Photo by Art Young.

Knife Edge

Analyn lending a helping foot? Photo by Art Young.

Knife Edge

Short scramble up to the terminus. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Knife Edge

Analyn pushing her way through the clump of pine trees.

The Pause that Refreshes

It would help if you take off the bottle cap. Photo by Anne Fai.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Group photo left to right: Ferlino, Anne, Analyn, Aida, Art and myself.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

The scenic views were too much to pass up for the group. Let’s take a bazillion photos.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Leaving the photo shoot behind us as we left the terminus.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Working our way through the overgrowth. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Looking up at another scenic spot. Translation to mean more photo shoots.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Art perched on the spot overlooking the giant notch we had to climb down and up. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Scrambling down to our lunch spot. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Let’s take a break. Any objections?

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Settling down amongst the rocks for lunch and a free show. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

The free show was over. Got a buck?

Kamaile’unu Ridge

The group contouring their way carefully around the boulders perched on the edge.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Scrambling our way towards the big climb of the day. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Everybody did a great job of climbing up the notch, but nobody collected ten points today.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Top down view of the group clustered at the notch.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Contouring around the awkward rock. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Shaka on the rocks.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Art and Ferlino giving Aida two pairs of helping hands. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Traversing the boulder capped ridge. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

The ridge was liberally sprinkled with just enough annoying overgrowth mixed in with odd sized rocks. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Art and Aida climbing over the smaller rocks to get to the bigger rocks. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Last climb. Going up. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Shaka in the mountains. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Kamaile’unu Ridge

Aida threading her way through the tangled thicket of tree branches.

Kawiwi Summit

Meaningful and meaningless conversations over lunch. Are you paying attention Art?

Kawiwi Ridge

Leaving the summit behind us as it was all downhill from here.

Kawiwi Ridge

Art climbing his way down against the backdrop of the wide spread of the Waianae Mountains. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kawiwi Ridge

Analyn climbing her way down from the tricky crack.

Kawiwi Ridge

Touch, but don’t look. Oh wait, was it the other way around? Photo by Art Young.

Kawiwi Ridge

Are you sure this is the right way down? Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kawiwi Ridge

Descending down the rocky dike of a ridge. Photo by Art Young.

Kawiwi Ridge

Ferlino against the backdrop of the largest coastal valley on the island.

Kawiwi Ridge

Art wanted a piece of the action as well.

Kawiwi Ridge

It’s easier going up than coming down. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kawiwi Ridge

The group climbing down the ridge, one foothold and handhold at a time. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kawiwi Ridge

Anne emerging from the bushes.

Kawiwi Ridge

The group contouring around the ridge line as we dropped back down into the valley. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Waianae Valley

Coming down the firebreak.

Farm to Table

What are you waiting for? An invitation? Hurry up and help us pick the parya leaves. Photo by Art Young.

All pau

Thanks to Jasmin for picking up our group with their freshly picked bitter melon leaves.

GPS Tracks

Our ridge to ridge hike covered 5.6 miles through sessions of rock climbing, scrambling and stunning valley views. Post hike meal at Jollibee where too many customers in the car made for a confused drive thru cashier. Thanks to the fun group that provided loud laughter outside and inside.

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.

Unwanted attention forced us to a different venue for today. Thanks to Jasmin for dropping Analyn, Cisco, Ferlino, Tene and myself off at the airfield that will soon fall back into the hands of the Army. Tick tock.

Trailhead

Starting our way up the salt encrusted trail.

Kealia Trail

Going up the 19 switchbacks where we saw hikers coming up and going down, some familiar and some not so familiar.

Kealia Trail

Looking down at the fish pond that was once the rock quarry used to build … Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Kealia Trail

… Dillingham Airfield, formerly known as Mokuleia Airfield. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Picnic Shed

Group photo at the top of the trail where we sought shelter from the blazing sun, left to right: Ferlino, myself, Tene, Analyn and Cisco.

Water Tank

If he’s not hanging off something, he’s not happy. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Kuaokala Trail

Heading up the hilly trail as it turned into the back of the sun.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

Following the fence line back down to the trail. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

WST

Walking the wide open jeep road bordered by itchy California grass.

WST

Chocolate milk reflections.

WST

Not quite the Energizer Bunny, but A for effort.

WST

Enjoying the fenced view of Makua Valley. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

WST

Following the fenced level trail before it turned into a sloped trail. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Moku

Cisco approaching the geodetic marker where we turned right to continue on the trail.

WST

Entering the 658 acre Pahole Reserve that protects the native ecosystem. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

WST

Cisco making his way over the wooden fenced trail.

WST

Switch backing our way up through the tinkling markers for native plants. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

WST

The group skirting the new and improved snail habitat.

WST

Breaking out into the eroded open section to scenic views of Makua Valley.

WST

Resuming our hike on the surprisingly cleared trail.

Mokuleia Lookout

Our photo break at the benched lookout was as brief as the thought to drop down to the picnic shed and pluck the refreshing tangelos in season.

WST

Pulling ourselves up the hilly trail.

WST

The group cresting the top of a hill and making their way down.

Three Corners

Group photo looking out towards Mokuleia Valley.

Three Corners

Analyn and Tene perched on the fence with Makaha and Makua Valleys behind them. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

WST

Pushing our way through the insufferable jungle of uluhe ferns and thorny thimble berry bushes. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

WST

We can see the road for the uluhe ferns.

WST

Tene dropping down the steep section of the fence line. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Ka’ala Road

Pounding the paved road, at least we don’t have to walk all the way up to marker #78. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Junction

Trading our short stay on asphalt for crumbly dirt and strawberry guava trees.

King Kong Ridge

Tene going down the steep section of the ridge with the assistance of webbing that carbon dating failed to determine its age. No wonder, it’s not organic. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

King Kong Ridge

Looking ahead to the simian shaped rocks interrupting the forested spur ridge. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

King Kong

Perched on top of the not so terrifying head.

King Kong

Ferlino making his way down.

King Kong

Happy Easter, hoping our brightly colored plastic eggs were filled with TP and face masks. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

King Kong Ridge

Contouring our way to the right where we slowly regained the ridge line.

Kahuna Cave

Approaching the back of the huge boulder that got deposited on the ridge. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Kahuna Cave

Five and only five souls for our group photo by Ferlino Carinio.

King Kong Ridge

The bottle capped trees guided our way down through the strawberry guava tree line.

Makaha Valley

Passing the BOWS pumping station.

Kane’aki Heiau

Checking out the restored agricultural temple from a social distance.

Mohala I Ka Wai

Walking through the lo’i kalo (taro patch) meant to revitalize the lush valley.

Makaha Valley

Back on the road. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

All pau

Heading out of the valley where we killed time with strutting peacocks and thorny plants until Jasmin picked us up. Mahalo!

GPS Tracks

Our 15.4 mile coast to coast hike covered ridges, mountains and valleys populated with overgrowth, fences and spectacular views all around. A nice grinder hike with a fun crew. Post hike meal at L&L Drive Inn where shakes were not on the menu.

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.

Somebody requested to hike the highest point on the island for his birthday hike. Thanks to Maureen for dropping Analyn, James, Ryan, Shirley and myself off deep in Waianae valley.

Trailhead

Four pairs of shoes and one pair of slippers hit the much reviled road.

Balut

From a fertilized egg to a sun bleached pig skull.

Waianae Ka’ala Trail

Reading with pictures.

Waianae Ka’ala Trail

We soon left the valley floor and started to make our way up the steep hill.

Waianae Ka’ala Trail

Looking up the rooted and leaf carpeted trail.

Waianae Ka’ala Trail

Yoga on the trail. Bring your own tree branch.

Three Poles

Will the real Bolohead please stand up?

Valley views

Seeing double which meant twice the photo shoots. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Waianae Ka’ala Trail

Following the fence line which soon yielded to …

Boulders

… assorted rocks of various sizes …

Boulders

… that we climbed up and over them.

Waianae Ka’ala Trail

James climbing up the steep, rock studded trail.

Waianae Ka’ala Trail

Ryan making his way up.

Ka’ala Natural Area Reserve

Established in 1981 to protect the diverse ecosystem found on this often cloud soaked flat summit.

Boardwalk

Walking through the mostly stunted native forest.

Lehua

Dew kissed lehua blossom. Hoping that rain will not kiss us on the hike today. Photo by Ryan Wong.

Mount Ka’ala

We soon saw the radar dome which signaled the end of the boardwalk.

Making a wish

Blowing the candle out before the wind does it. Happy Birthday James!

Mount Ka’ala

Group photo left to right: Analyn, Shirley, myself, James and Ryan.

Mount Ka’ala

Seeing double is usually a scary experience. Just ask Analyn.

Mount Ka’ala

Overlooking the North Shore towns of Mokuleia and Waialua. Photo by Ryan Wong.

Mount Ka’ala

Leaving the 4,025′ summit.

Optical illusion

Why is my phone making the photo circular? Smart phone problems. Photo by James Crabb.

Sumida Watercress Farm

Analyn picking the dark, leafy greens from the side of the road. Better than Farmer’s Market.

Weeping Wall

Cooling off from the humidity drenched day.

HFD

We saw the yellow bird circling the summit, looking for passengers?

Panoramic view

It was another nice day to be on the West side.

King Kong Ridge

Heading down the ridge.

King Kong Ridge

James and Ryan making their way down, mindful of the false holes.

King Kong Ridge

Squeezing myself in between the trees and the mountain. Photo by James Crabb.

King Kong Ridge

I wonder how long this webbing has been here? Still holding up.

King Kong Ridge

Shirley and Ryan coming down from the contour around the knob. Photo by Analyn Baliscao

King Kong Ridge

Hikers on the right, Kong on the left. Photo by Ryan Wong

Yellowjackets

The three victims of riled up social wasps. Analyn and I escaped unscathed, due to our lack of sweetness.

King Kong

No room for Ryan at the top.

King Kong

Shirley climbing her way down.

King Kong

Group photo on the shoulder.

King Kong Ridge

Heading back down the ridge after our photo shoot that was filled with bees and multiple re-takes.

Kahuna Cave

Approaching the larger than life boulders standing on the ridge.

Kahuna Cave

Hanging out with the mosquitoes. No yellowjackets allowed.

Strawberry Guava

Threading our way through the densely packed invasive trees.

Post hike meal

Cooking up strawberry guavas, wild mushroom and leaves with my imagination. Going be here for a long time.

Mango Tree

No stone fruits were ready to be picked today.

Streambed

Crossing one of three streambeds in the valley.

Avocado Tree

Ask and you shall receive. It also helps that Ryan threw rocks in the trees to scatter and shower the ground with the buttery berries. Yes, the avocado is botanically considered a berry.

Makaha Icy Ponds?

It was close enough for Ryan to cool off.

California Grass

We were in over our heads wading through the invasive and itchy grass.

Kane’aki Heiau

Analyn standing in front of one of Oahu’s best preserved and restored Hawaiian temples; thought to have been originally built in the 15th century and dedicated to Lono; the God of agriculture, fertility and rainfall.

Trail

Walking through the valley as we passed a farmer tilling her plot. Photo by James Crabb.

Road

Leaving the recently burnt valley that is nicely bouncing back.

All pau

Our valley to valley hike covered 9.6 miles with new and old friends. Mahalo to Chris for picking us up and saving us from the peacocks. Post hike meal at Thai Lao. Family style. Hold the seafood.

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 Analyn, Anne, Chris, Cisco and Ferlino to labor our way in the mountains this weekend. Thanks to Jasmin for waking up at an ungodly hour to drop us off.

Trailhead

Walking in the footsteps of the trains that once circled this part of the island.

Ridge

Making our way up the rocky ridge line.

ArtByEoin

The pill boxes have eyes. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Kaena Point

Is it time to use the red light or the white light?

Golf ball

Too early for tee time. Photo by Chris Bautista

Sunrise

Silhouetted against the morning sky. Photo by Anne Fai.

Grazing

Nothing to see here. Mooove along.

Blue Flash

We were able to capture her in slow motion due to the absence of motorized vehicles. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kuaokala Trail

Leaving the road behind us.

Kuaokala Trail

Chris looking out at the Waianae coastline.

BSA 162

Sun out. Sunscreen on. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Guava Tree

Branch to mouth. No middleman here.

Kuaokala Trail

Enjoying the broad and flat jeep road while we can. Photo by Chris Bautista

Kuaokala Trail

Looking out from the tree lined trail. Photo by Chris Bautista

Shark Fin

We put our packs down for photoshoot #1.

Kuaokala Forest Reserve

Looking across the tree topped ridge lines. Photo by Anne Fai

Kuaokala Trail

Stepping down the eroded rocky section.

Kuaokala Trail

Back on the jeep road, with a communications tower seen in the distance. We have four bars.

Kuaokala Trail

Chris taking a nap on the trail. We have four zzzz’s.

Makua Rim

Looking into the historic valley that has yet to be scrubbed free from her military scarring.

Pahole

Entering 685 acres of protected native fauna and flora.

Not potable

Break time. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Makua Valley

Trying to get the synchronization down for photoshoot #2. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

Back to our regularly scheduled program of hiking.

Fruit Pickers

We came down the ridge hoping to pick some juicy Tangelos. Our stomachs were sorely disappointed.

Da Glove

The KST has its boot and the WST has its glove. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

Three Corners

Time to go from vertical to …

Three Corners

… horizontal. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Three Corners

Lunch break with views. Some of us were too tired to take in the views. One was never too tired for photoshoot #3. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Ridge

Dropping down to the road that winds its way to the highest point on the island.

Fence

Swinging over the fence line. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Hairy Ball

Singular, not plural. What happens when you don’t clear the fence. Photo by Chris Bautista

Road Trip

The road was extremely punishing this time around. Frequent breaks were the order of the day.

Weeping Wall

Free water. Just bring your own bottles. Filter optional, but highly recommended. Photo by Chris Bautista

#78

The end of the very long road.

Mount Ka’ala

Setting up camp at the highest point on the island. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Mount Ka’ala

Communal dining while Cisco and I snored the night away. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Mount Ka’ala

Jumping for air at our 4,025′ camp spot. Our morning departure was slightly delayed by photoshoot #4. Photo by Chris Bautista

Ka’ala Bog

Stepping foot onto the boardwalk that winds it way through 1,100 acres of moss covered trees and native plants.

Ka’ala Bog

One can’t escape the mud in here, it’s inevitable.

Ka’ala Bog

One can’t seem to escape the fence line as well.

WST

Leaving the bog and heading down the muddy ridge.

Boulders

Slipping my way down the rocks. Photo by Chris Bautista

Boulders

Study in concentration. Hand there. Foot there.

Hammerhead Worm

“Landshark” bipalium searching for its prey. Photo by Anne Fai

Boulder

Put your backs into it and tell the photobomber to pitch in as well.

Get a shell

What? Take a picture, it’ll last longer.

WST

Back on the fence line. Photo by Anne Fai

Hobbs Junction

Melts in your mouth, not in your hands. I think its the other way around. Photo by Anne Fai

Trail hazard

The attack of the terrifying inch worm with its looping gait. Pull out the magnifying glasses for this one and use your earplugs.

WST

Climbing in and out of the gap. Photo by Chris Bautista

WST

Ferlino climbing up a short and steep rocky section.

Pu’u Kalena

Heavenly, as in the clouds, views at the second highest peak in the island. Photo by Ferlino Carinio

WST

We left the 3,504′ summit to go down the overgrown ridge that soon yielded to eroded patches of ridge line populated with pine trees.

WST

The smell of garlic shrimp seemed to be coming up from the valley or was it simply the collective stink of the group?

WST

We finally got a view. Better late than never. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Mountain views

Mount Ka’ala and Pu’u Kalena also cleared up for our viewing pleasures.

WST

We wrapped up photoshoot #5 and went down the spur ridge.

Scareface

Say hello to my little friend. Photo by Chris Bautista

WST

Going up the dike and … Photo by Analyn Baliscao

WST

… coming down from the dike. Photo by Analyn Baliscao

WST

We left the ridge and headed down towards the manmade pass that was blasted out of the mountains in the mid-1930s.

Pu’u Ka’ilio

Cisco looking at the crumbly pile of rocks that makes up the forbidden mountain.

WST

Watching the clouds lazily drift across the mountainous landscape as we made our way down.

Kolekole

Sliding our way down the raw and red terrain that lives up to its name. Photo by Ferlino Carinio

GI Joe

The lone surviving toy soldier. There could be other survivors out there.

Exit

We could smell the fried chicken and hear the carbonated soda fizzing or was I just hallucinating?

Kolekole Pass

Enjoying ice cold soda at the lowest point in the Waianae Mountains. Shout out to Matt for bringing us the refreshing beverages and Louisiana chicken.

Kolekole Pass

I guess red beans and rice can be explosive.

Kolekole Pass

Setting up camp and preparing for photoshoot #6. Drone photo by Matt Vidaurri

Camp Kolekole

All the greatest American and Filipino hits were being sung tonight.

Camp Kolekole

The karaoke gang migrated to somebody’s tent to have her join in, but she was busy washing herself with the extra water.

Camp Kolekole

Our morning departure was once again slightly delayed by photoshoot #7.

WST

Heading up the densely packed tree lined trail.

Nature recycling

Going up the corridor of paperbark trees.

WST

Matt at the top of the trail before it dips back down into the notches.

WST

Taking in the views. Photo by Matt Vidaurri

WST

Looking back at the West side. The best side.

WST

Cisco climbing out of the notches.

Rorshach Test

Mother Nature has a good sense of humor or some peoples minds are in the gutter. Photo by Matt Vidaurri

WST

Cisco and Matt on their way to the summit of Hapapa.

WST

This spider web was not even catching the dew drops, let alone any appetizing bugs. Location, location, location. Photo by Matt Vidaurri

Pu’u Hapapa

Group photo at the squared 2,883′ summit left to right: Ferlino, Cisco, Matt, myself, Anne, Chris and Analyn. We sat down for photoshoot #8.

WST

Leaving the fifth highest peak on the West side.

WST

Following the fence line through the ridge line.

Bon Appetit

Finger food. It goes down slowly. Photo by Matt Vidaurri

WST

Making our way down to the rock edifice that dominates and straddles the ridge line.

WST

Climb or contour? Photo by Cisco Quintanilla

WST

Protruding rocks provided temporary relief from the cloying overgrowth.

Pu’u Kanehoa

Time to fly the drone again for the last time and our final photoshoot of the hike.

WST

Headed towards the most overgrown section of the WST.

Nobody better lay a finger on my butterfinger. Oh, wrong candy bar.

It was still hard, even after three days. Somebody should go see a doctor. Photo by Cisco Quintanilla.

WST

Bushwhacking our way through overgrowth …

WST

… upon more overgrowth. Photo by Matt Vidaurri

WST

Climbing out of the overgrowth as the clouds started to roll in towards the mountains. Photo by Chris Bautista

Gorilla Heads

Making our way to the two obstacles known as Gorilla Heads or Kryangles. Photo by Matt Vidaurri

Gorilla Heads

O Christmas Tree. 113 days left. Photo by Chris Bautista

Gorilla Heads

Chris going up the little head. Photo by Matt Vidaurri

Gorilla Heads

Cisco at the top. Photo by Matt Vidaurri

Gorilla Heads

Chris dislodged a couple loose rocks climbing his way up the big head.

Gorilla Heads

The grey clouds started to dislodge rain upon us as made our way up.

Gorilla Heads

Ferlino bringing up the webbing on his way up.

Gorilla Heads

Matt climbing his way down the backside.

WST

Climbing our way up to the interrupted fence line.

Gorilla Heads

Looking back at the rain showers sweeping the Waianae Mountains.

WST

Matt muscled his way up the slick section of rocks and threw webbing down for the rest of us.

WST

Slippery when mossy.

WST

Contouring our way through the overgrowth as we avoided …

WST

… the old vertical fence trail. Photo by Matt Vidaurri

WST

Climbing up the near vertical fence as it cut a swatch through the tangled mess of uluhe ferns.

Pu’u Kaua

Time and weather were not on our side, so we made the difficult decision to descend from the 3,127′ summit.

Trail

Leaving the third highest peak on the island.

Trail

Clouds clearing over agricultural lands that are slowly being developed into farm lots, off-grid and often unregulated housing.

Trail

I should have brought my cardboard box, or at the very least my spikes. Photo by Anne Fai

Trail

Chris riding the timber log ride at Kunia’s Berry Farms.

Kunia

Dimming the lights as we walked down the road past the slowly growing trailer village filled with a chorus of barking dogs.

All pau

Our 26 mile three-day hike that was filled with laughs, great views and good company; came to an abbreviated end in the farmlands of Kunia. Thanks to Lee for picking us up and bringing chilled Coca-Cola. Post hike meal at Zippy’s. You can’t go wrong with oxtail soup, unless it’s too expensive and then you fall back to the Zip Mein.

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.

Decided to take a break from the last stormy hike and visit the nice and dry West side. Mahalo to Jasmin for dropping Chris, Ferlino, Jasmin, Lopaka, Matt and myself off at the trailhead where Janell was already waiting for us. Photo by Janell Tuttle.

Mr. and Mrs. Ed

Getting friendly with the locals. Photo by Jasmin Nepomuceno.

Trail

Walking the road to the uplands. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Trail

Leaving the sea behind us.

Hunter’s Stand

Chris and Matt enjoying the elevated vantage point. See any goats? Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Hunter’s Stand

Ferlino planking on the tree. Who needs the stand?

Spur Ridge

Heading up the dry grassy rocky ridge. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Spur Ridge

Leaving the shaded valley as we made our way up the sun bleached ridge. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Ohikilolo Valley

Coming up the ridge, we were surrounded by goat bleatings bouncing off the valley.

Spur Ridge

Lopaka playing King of the Hill. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Spur Ridge

Our final push to the top of the ridge. Photo by Janell Tuttle.

PETA

Chris’s bathroom break startled a goat who ran head first into the fence and promptly got stuck much to his dismay. His buddies scampered off when they saw us approaching, thinking it was nice knowing you. Chris and Lopaka freed the goat who immediately took off down the ridge.

Spur Ridge

Ferlino decided to keep Jasmin company on the journey to the cabin, so we split into two groups. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Morning Mushroom

Recreational fungus for recreational hiking?

Makua Valley

Looking back into the valley where landscapers fear to tread.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Tube man on the ridge.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Chris and Lopaka detouring around a wrecked fence section due to a rock slide. It was around this section that a bunch of bees were pollinating flowers on the other side of the fence, when some of them decided to bombard me with their suicidal stinging. My flailing around was unfortunately not caught on camera.

Helipad

Cleared to land.

Helipad

Pick me up too!

Ohikilolo Ridge

The ridge started to turn from red brown to dark green, a sign that we were getting near the summit.

Balloon Flowers

I remember these from small kid time, at least that’s what we used to call them.

PETA

Not another one? This one actually pissed itself before being freed by Lopaka.

Ohikilolo

Lopaka test tenting my camping shelter. Sold!

Ohikilolo

Group photo above the cabin left to right: Chris, Janell, Lopaka, myself and Matt.

Ohikilolo

One was closed and the other open for business.

Ohikilolo

Janell decided to wait at the cabin for Ferlino and Jasmin.

Ohikilolo Summit

I guess somebody changed their mind. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Ohikilolo Summit

Panoramic view of Makaha, Ohikilolo and Makua Valleys from the top.

Ohikilolo Summit

We took our leave of the 3,052′ summit and Janell. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Ohikilolo Summit

Matt and Lopaka coming down the crumbly backside.

Ohikilolo Summit

Name tagging on the ridge. Photo by Janell Tuttle.

Ohikilolo Valley

Looking into the depression that separates Makua and Makaha Valleys. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Leaving the peak with our brains intact. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Geology 101

How big rocks are made into little rocks. Photos by Matt Vidaurri.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Peering over the crumbly wall of Ohikilolo. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Riding the rock dragon with the sweeping vista of Ka’ala in the background.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Lopaka climbing the fence or the ridge down?

Ohikilolo Ridge

Hindrance … Photo by Chris Bautista.

Ohikilolo Ridge

… or help? Jury is still out in my book. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Standing on a sliver of a ridge. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Ohikilolo

Meanwhile, Ferlino and Jasmin caught up to Janell at the hill above the cabin.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Contouring around the boulder. Photo by Lopaka Hipperson.

Ohikilolo Ridge

What does that look like? Two ears? Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Can you see the ape for the rocks?

Ohikilolo Ridge

Climbing up the steepest rock section. Photo by Lopaka Hipperson.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Looking back. Fences for daze.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Heading to greener ridges. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Ohikilolo Ridge

Rodent country.

Three Corners

Matt climbing over the fence to the spot that provides triple valley views.

Spur Ridge

Meanwhile, Janell and Jasmin were making their way down the ridge into the valley. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

H20

Filling up our water bottles for the last leg home.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

The fence turned from a necessary handhold to more of a navigational and invasive barrier on this trail section.

WST

Lopaka making his way around the many assorted boulders that littered the fenced side of the ridge.

Mokuleia Lookout

I guess somebody wanted their own selfie.

Mokuleia Trail

Getting off the WST.

Whole Foods

Oranges. Tangerines. Tangelos. Whatever it was, this tree was brimming with the coldest, juiciest and sweetest citrus fruits I’ve tasted in awhile. Hiking all day may have had something to do with my taste buds interpretation.

Mokuleia Trail

Our packs, some more than others, weighed down with our fruit bounty as we made our way down the trail.

Pahole Natural Area Reserve

Leaving the sprawling 658 acres that are home to endemic fauna and flora.

Peacock Flats

Nobody around to give us a ride down.

Farrington Hwy

The long walk down the 3.5 mile road.

All pau

Banana, Coconut and Papaya trees lined the road as we exited to Chris’s staged van. Free range chickens also roamed the road. We had all the fixings of a hearty meal.

GPS Tracks

Our coast to coast hike covered a little over 11 miles complete with undomesticated ungulates, organic fruits and the company of good friends. Post hike meal at Restaurant Kunio. The wait was too long, but too tired to go elsewhere.

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.

We spent Veteran’s Day Weekend camping and hiking in the Waianae Mountains. Big shout out to Alexis for driving Stuart and myself to the end of the island to start our hike.

Kaena Point

Trying to tie my shoe laces in the wee hours of the morning with makapiapia still in my eyes. Thanks to Alexis for taking my trash back with her. Pack in, pack out. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

Kaena Point

We followed the railroad track remnants along the coastline to the base of the ridge.

Kaena Point

Passing the second WW2 bunker on our way up the darkened ridge.

Kaena Point

Somebody left the lights on. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

Kaena Point Satellite Tracking Station

This place has been around since statehood. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

Kuaokala Trail

We crossed paths with gun toting hunters and their pig sniffing dogs on the trail.

Kaena Point

Back on the road again. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

Kuaokala Trail

We had a quick breakfast at the picnic shelter before setting foot back on the trail.

Kuaokala Trail

Sunlight breaking over the trail. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

Kuaokala Trail

Following the signed junction as we made our way up the slight, rocky incline.

Kuaokala Trail

Drinking in our early morning views. Better than a cup of coffee to get you jump started.

Kuaokala Trail

Stuart standing on picture rock.

Kuaokala Trail

Following the fence line down.

Kuaokala Trail

Stuart passing through the sun beams on the trail.

Kuaokala Trail

Veering off the beaten trail to gain higher ground.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

Contact with the ubiquitous fence line that increasingly dominates both mountain ranges.

WST

Taking temporary leave of the fence line as we followed a thick half buried communications cable.

Moku

Passing the geodic marker as we turned right on the trail.

Pahole Reserve

Entering the protected habitat of rare endemic fauna and flora.

WST

Treading carefully with exaggerated facial expressions.

WST

Soaking in the raw character of the Waianae Mountains.

Slippah Tree

The Waianae Mountain’s answer to the KST Boot Junction.

WST

Stuart following the fence line down amidst the backdrop of fluted ridges cascading down into Makua Valley.

WST

Passing the Mokuleia trail junction.

WST

Panoramic view from the Mokuleia lookout. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

Rat Country

Stuart doing his part to keep the rodent population in check. Pesticide free.

WST

Pulling ourselves up the steep incline one fence hold at a time.

WST

The overcast cloud conditions kept the notorious Waianae heat dialed down.

WST

Dropping down to the lowland forest with an abundance of sprawling spider webs.

WST

Looking ahead to Three Corners. Almost there. Just a couple more ups and downs.

WST

Looking into the bomb blistered valley. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

WST

Have machete in hand, will bushwhack.

WST

Looking out towards the Mokuleia coastline and the windmills pinwheeling in the distance.

WST

Stuart pushing up the last hill towards the summit of three valleys.

Three Corners

Valley views of Makua, Makaha and Mokuleia were actually in evidence today.

WST

Short and suffocating trek on the ridge that connects to Ka’ala.

WST

Stuart dropping off the uluhell infested ridge and onto the road.

Ka’ala Road

Somebody was talking about a 20 minute walk up to the top. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

Ka’ala Road

Hairy balls road.

Ka’ala Road

Approaching the defunct radar station that is now home to an active cellular communications tower.

Ka’ala Road

End of the cloud soaked road.

Mount Ka’ala

We made it to the shelter at 1430, just before the raindrops started to fall. Perfect timing.

Mount Ka’ala

Stuart strung up his tarp to keep most of the wind blown rain from our sleeping accommodations. Sleeping on concrete buffered by an air mattress never felt so good.

Mount Ka’ala

Rain tucked us to sleep and woke us up. It was going to be a wonderful day. Reverse psychology doesn’t seem to work in the mountains.

Mount Ka’ala

Stuart on the boardwalk.

Mount Ka’ala

Looking for the ridge in the cloud and rain soaked bog. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

WST

Making my way down the slippery boulder section. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

WST

Stuart preparing to take his “leap of faith” between the moss slicked boulders.

WST

Looking back at the rocky edifice made even more surreal by the grey rain clouds.

WST

Isometric exercises in the mountains. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

WST

When nature gives you water, just open your mouth and drink up.

WST

Stuart being swallowed up by the unchecked overgrowth on the trail. Where is that machete? Shortly after this section, I was torn between a difficult decision on whether to render immediate aid or take a picture of what was actually transpiring. I picked the first option, which was to remove a branch of thimbleberry thorns that had somehow gotten lodged in Stuart’s eyelid! Believe it or not.

WST

Pushing our way up the rain soaked ridge. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

WST

Stuart crossing over the notched ridge.

WST

Dropping off the ridge and contouring to regain the ridge. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

Pu’u Kalena

Missing the views at the 3,504′ summit, but not the rain. Rain, rain, go away. Nursery rhymes don’t seem to work up here. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

WST

When you’re looking for your bite valve and it’s sitting on your shoulder strap. Luckily glasses weren’t involved as well.

WST

The ridge widened at some sections with pockets of pine trees.

WST

Wind milling my way up the ridge in a futile effort to keep warm. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

WST

Looking out at sexxxy ridge to our right as it dropped off into the murky clouds.

WST

Walking in the clouds on the narrow rock dike. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

WST

Descending down from Pu’u Ku Makali’i on the rain slicked rock dike as we heard intermittent booming guns from the ranges below us.

WST

Entering the forested section which helped to keep some of the rain at bay.

WST

Watching the clouds drift over bunker pocked Lualualei Valley and the forbidden miniature mountain.

WST

Spotted a me not so horny invasive critter that has made themselves home in the mountains. Photo by Stuart Krempin.

WST

Stuart dropping down to the lowest point in the Waianae Mountain Range.

WST

We followed a set of overgrown steps into the valley floor that was littered with bright yellow colored bags, and decided not to let curiosity get the better of us.

WST

Let’s not dawdle through these parts.

Kolekole Pass Road

Hiking in the rain the entire day and with no let up in sight and another rainy day forecasted for the next day, we decided to throw in the towel for safety and comfort reasons and made our way down the road, passing the now silent ranges.

Kolekole Pass Road

You never know what one will find in these abandoned WW2 bunkers.

Kolekole Pass Road

This is my rifle, this is for fighting…

All pau

… this is my gun, this is for fun. Thanks to Mitsy for picking us up on base.

GPS Tracks

Our abbreviated two day camping hike covered 21.83 miles through the wild flavor of the Waianae Mountains. It was still an amazing adventure with a good buddy. Post hike meal at Outback Steakhouse. Thanks to Mitsy for putting up with our carnivorous appetites.

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.