A friend came out of his hiking hibernation to start wrapping up loose ends on the KST. Slight exaggeration. Just slight.

Kalihi Valley

Thanks to Ferlino for dropping Akira, Chico, Ryan, Scott and myself off to the starting point where we met up with Aileen to round out today’s group.

Kalihi Valley

Walking up the service road used by the electric utility that had its genesis with King Kalakaua who had Iolani Palace wired for artificial illumination in 1886. By 1890, 797 homes in Honolulu had electricity. And in 1891, Hawaiian Electric was incorporated.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Hiking into the sun, better than into the rain. Don’t speak too soon.

Kalihi Saddle

Starting on the saddle route that was pioneered by Pete Clines and friends back in 2011.

Shark Fin

Is that Shark Fin? How many times have you done this?

Kalihi Saddle

Scott starting on an easy saddle or so he thought.

Shark Fin

Squeezing our way between the trees and the rocks as we contoured to the top.

Shark Fin

Aileen and Scott scrambling their way up the rockface.

Kalihi Saddle

Stiff trade wind breezes kept us steady on the narrow ridge line.

Kalihi Saddle

Akira watching his step as he made his way on the trail. Medicine will be consumed after we are off the trail.

Kalihi Saddle

Up and over another small hill.

Kalihi Saddle

Climbing, pulling, scooting, straddling and walking were all used during our traverse of the saddle.

Bunny Ears

Pete Clines was the hiker that gave these menacing pinnacles their “silly names.”

Bunny Ears

The group waiting in the climbing queue for their turn.

Bunny Ears

Climbing towards the top of the first “ear” feathered by pine trees.

Bunny Ears

Akira intently observing our climbing progress.

Bunny Ears

Climbing and contouring around the top of the second “ear.”

Bunny Ears

The group traversing between the two rock obstacles.

Doorstop

Scott ready to flex his guns going down the next obstacle. Better not be firing blanks.

Doorstop

Ryan climbing down with additional webbing for that additional peace of mind.

Doorstop

Akira taking his own route to climb down. That’s okay, I have long legs.

Pimple

Contouring the obstacle, but no popping today.

Pimple

The group working their way down and up out of the rock obstacles.

Can Opener

Chico climbing up the crumbly pile of rocks and dirt.

Can Opener

Ryan interrupted his lunch to provide a helping hand.

Can Opener

Group photo at the scenic spot with the bulging refrigerator above our heads.

Kalihi Saddle

Contouring below the crumbly ridge line.

Lanihuli Wall

Climbing up the lower tier of the “wall.”

Lanihuli Wall

A passing rain shower briefly moisturized our epidermis and rain jackets.

Lanihuli Wall

Akira climbing his way up the grassy flank of the ridge line. Different perspective.

Kalihi Saddle

Scrambled to the “end” of the ridge in the “wrong” direction.

Kalihi Saddle

The closest I will ever get to the top of the Can Opener, unless I want to push my threshold.

Kalihi Saddle

Resuming our crumbly climb towards the summit.

Kalihi Saddle

Native plants such as the uki and ‘ie’ie were our constant climbing companions in the mountains.

Kalihi Saddle

Keep to your left. Your other left.

Dirt Dragon

Sitting on the shadow of its former self.

Kalihi Saddle

Leaving the eroded section for greener pastures.

Kalihi Saddle

Ryan testing the rocks before committing to the climb.

KSRT

The group beginning their slow and steady climb up the grassy slope against the backdrop of the Windward side.

KSRT

Traversing over a couple false peaks to get to to the true peak.

Lanihuli Summit

Sausage, eggs and rice are what’s cooking in the mountains. Priorities.

Lanihuli Summit

Mother Nature treated us to a clear scenic view at the 2,782′ summit.

Kapalama Trail

Dropping off the massive mountain as we began our descent down on the trail that was carved out of the forest in the 1930s by the Civilian Conservation Corps.

Kapalama Trail

Looking back as the summit whose name that means swirling heavens receded in the distance. It seems that reaching the summit wasn’t a reality until circa 1996 not for lack of trying.

Kapalama Trail

Passing through a grove of pine trees, that were introduced to Hawaii in the early 19th century for economic, forestry and ornamental reasons.

Kapalama Trail

The trail skirting the boundaries of the Oahu Country Club and Nu’uanu whose close proximity to the town of Honolulu ensured that it would become home to many of the movers and shakers that shaped Hawaii into what it is today.

All pau

We rode the White Dragon at the end, which was more stable and comfortable. I don’t think it’s going away anytime soon. Thanks to Agnes for the unexpected pick up after her work shift ended. Now Ferlino can go pray for our souls. Some of us need it more than the others.

Post hike meal

We had our dinner at Kenko-ya where Japanese was not really Japanese per the Japanese. Our one step closer to the finish line hike covered 5.17 miles with a solid group.

Photos taken by Aileen Agustin, Akira Suzuki, Chico Cantu, Ryan Meyer, 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.

Weather forecasts had predicted windy conditions this weekend to possibly paraphrase the saying “fools rush in where wise men fear to tread.” We all met up relatively on time, except for the “new CB.”

Moanalua Valley

The group crossing one of the seven storied bridges and cobblestone paths that at one time gave passage to the Damon family’s horse drawn carriages. Samuel Mills Damon was bequeathed over 6,000 acres of land (Moanalua Ahupua’a) in 1884 from Ke Ali’i Bernice Bishop, who was the last living member of the House of Kamehameha. The ahupua’a of Moanalua at one time encompassed the valleys of Moanalua and Halawa down to the edge of Pu’uloa (Pearl Harbor). Over time it has shrunk due to the US government’s condemnation of huge tracts of land for military bases, and the selling off of land for commercial and residential development. Moanalua Valley was also the original route for the H3 highway until court battles forced the State to construct in its present home, Halawa Valley.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Is this the way to Stairway to Heaven?

Kulana’ahane Trail

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the hau trees, I will fear no evil, for high winds await me on the mountains.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Haig crossing one of over 28 stream crossings on the trail. Nobody was counting. Mathematically challenged.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Some of the guys clearing the trail. There is no scientific evidence that a certain complex plant made of major compounds makes people stronger, rather it has a reputation for decreasing athletic performance. Hence, the rock did not budge even one inch. Not even a centimeter.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Chico passing his stone. Pretty painful.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Have rock, will fix spike.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Leaving the valley floor as we climbed up the steep and short spur ridge.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Group photo at the windswept summit, left to right: Chris, Robin, Aileen, Haig, myself, Akira, Aida and Chico.

Moanalua Saddle

We left the summit to practice our balancing skills on a narrow ridge line with wind gusts pushing us around for good measure.

Moanalua Saddle

The group transitioning from bipedal to quadrupedal locomotion. Whatever will get us there.

Moanalua Saddle

Woman down! The first rule of falling is don’t fall. The second rule is if you have to fall, go in the direction of the Leeward side. The last rule is do not fall on the Windward side. Luckily, Robin followed the second rule. Haig came up from the rear and safely guided her back to the ridge, where she belonged.

Moanalua Saddle

Some of us went up the direct route.

Moanalua Saddle

Others chose the longer route and contoured around the rock face.

Moanalua Saddle

Contouring and climbing our way up the Windward side. What was that about Rule #3?

Moanalua Saddle

Making our way to the most famous obstacle, the Dirt Triangle.

Dirt Triangle

Contouring around the grassy and slippery slope.

Dirt Triangle

Aida pulling herself up on the Leeward side. What was that about Rule #2?

Dirt Triangle

Robin’s turn to go up.

Dirt Triangle

That expression on your face when you know you’ve made it to the top. Priceless.

Moanalua Saddle

We don’t need no stinkin’ webbing!

Moanalua Saddle

Going up the exposed crumbly climb as we noticed rain showers in the valley. Wind + rain. What could go wrong?

Moanalua Saddle

Haig climbing to the top of the last “technical” section of the saddle.

Moanalua Saddle

It’s not well known is that Akira was the original Karate Kid until Hollywood decided Ralph Macchio looked more the part. Much like how David Carradine got the lead role in the TV show Kung Fu because Bruce Lee was too “asian.” A little known fact is that the iconic martial artist was not 100% Chinese, he was of Chinese and European ancestry.

Moanalua Saddle

We ran into an imported goat from the province of Pangasinan. This particular one was sure footed and fleet of foot.

Moanalua Saddle

Aileen climbing up one of the last eroded sections as the rain showers marched their way towards us.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Approaching one of the platforms that was used to suspend six antennas across Halawa Valley during WW2. Each antenna spanned 6,955′ and was suspended 1,968′ above the valley floor. Quite an engineering feat back in the day.

KSRT

Wondering if the grass is greener on the other side of the stairs.

KSRT

Hazing ritual.

KSRT

The rusted stairs soon ended and the rain showers finally made their appearance.

CCL Building

Haig on top of the building that will still be here after the stairs are long gone.

CCL Building

What every girl wants on her birthday. Chocolate? Flowers? Jewelry? Nope. A stick of butter. Happy Birthday Aida! While we took shelter from the cold and driving rain outside, muted mutterings about bailing began to circulate. Optimism still ran high with some in the group.

Stairway to Heaven

Dear hikers, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the last gasps?

KSRT

The weather soon cleared and we all agreed to push to the next saddle. We still have enough daylight. Right?

KSRT

Dropping down the ridge to the defunct radar tower.

KSRT

Sit not stand.

KSRT

Akira climbing up for some elevation change.

KSRT

I am high high!

KSRT

Passing the transmission tower lines as we made our way up the rutted trail with panoramic Windward views to our back.

Tripler Summit

Brief break at the 2,760′ grassy peak. Is that the way down to the valley in the back of us?

KSRT

We left the summit and continued our hike on the ridge as the winds that we thought we left behind us returned with renewed gusts.

KSRT

Ferlino would climb it! I guess peer pressure only works so far.

Bowman Summit

Group photo with the obstructed Leeward background at the 2,740′ peak.

KSRT

The birthday girl about to drop down into the saddle.

Kalihi Saddle

Butt scooting our way down the crumbly ridge line.

Kalihi Saddle

Robin climbing over the bulging rock.

Kalihi Saddle

Bottleneck as everybody was taking their time to traverse …

Slippery Slope

… around this soft patch of dirt.

Dirty Slide

Just missing the lasso.

Dirty Slide

Chris shadowing Aida on her way down.

Dirty Slide

Maybe should change the name to Grassy Slide.

Broken Wave

Stay in your lane. Deja vu.

Broken Wave

Haig walking it down.

Free Fall

Aida climbing her way down the constantly changing character of the saddle.

Rock Triangle #1

Clear? NOT YET!

Rock Triangle #2

Robin navigating her way through the severely eroded section on the Leeward side.

Rock Triangle #2

Akira going over the edge.

Rock Triangle #2

I had my fill of rocks being rained down in my direction.

Hot Wheel Tracks

Going down on the denuded and eroded stretch. I had wanted to make Witch’s Hat before sundown. I also wanted to play in the NBA. Dashed dreams.

Kalihi Saddle

The city lights below us started turning on. Time to get our headlamps ready.

Rock Triangle #2

Climbing down the Windward side, my headlamp started to flash which meant it was slowly losing illumination. I could barely see going down but was assisted by the bright light of CB’s lamp down below.

Rock Triangle #2

CB guiding the rest of the group down.

Tabletop

Driving rain pelted us as we went down the jumbled slabs of rocks.

Kalihi Saddle

High winds and the darkness kept us on all fours most of the time on the ridge.

Kalihi Saddle

City lights on the left and trees on the right.

Kalihi Saddle

Are those people up there in the mountains?

Hump

Scooting our way over the irregular rounded rockface.

Kalihi Saddle

We could see the conical shaped rockface. We are close to the end!

Witch’s Hat

It would have been a lot easier for some if they had a broomstick to fly up instead of climbing up.

Witch’s Hat

Going down the backside.

Powerlines Trail

Getting out of the wind and off the ridge and down to the valley floor. What a relief!

All pau

A big shout out and hearty appreciation to Agnes and Tessa who waited for us way past their bedtime and brought us drinks and food. Props to the group for helping everybody come out safely in the dark and keeping it together.

GPS Tracks

Our unforgettable saddle hike covered 7.98 miles through high winds, rain and darkness with a solid group that was there for each other. The constant peppering of our faces with wind blown volcanic dirt left our ears fertile ground and bloodshot eyes.

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Aileen Agustin, Akira Suzuki, Chico Cantu, Chris Bautista, Haig Van Roubian, Robin Farr, 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.

Cranking winds threatened to blow out the candle on Aida’s birthday hike today. Thanks to Quan and Lilyn for dropping Merrill and myself off in the land of Wallabies and Aida, Aileen and Chico off at Alewa Heights respectively.

Kalihi Valley

Running across multiple downed trees on the service road. Heard some pigs rustling in the bushes, too bad it wasn’t members of the kangaroo family.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

We popped up on the ridge line to be met with winds that were blowing hard. Didn’t have to worry about sweating today.

Shark Fin

Merrill pulling himself up the dorsal shaped rockface.

Kalihi Saddle

Catching the sunrise breaking over the Olomana peaks.

Kalihi Saddle

Keeping our center of gravity low as the winds pushed us around.

Bunny Ears

Standing on the mushroom rock as we approached the first of two bunny ear rockfaces.

Bunny Ears

Scooting our way down the knife edge of a ridge.

Bunny Ears

I wasn’t getting any better reception in between the ears.

Bunny Ears

The winds blowing in our face literally took our breath away.

Doorstop

Dropping down the rockface whose handholds and footholds have eroded over the years.

Doorstop

Merrill making short work of the down climb.

Pimple

That’s our way up.

Kalihi Saddle

Climbing up the crumbly hill to climb up another crumbly hill.

Can Opener

Group photo with Kalihi Saddle as the backdrop.

Kalihi Saddle

Making our way around the grassy contour below the crumbly ridge line.

Lanihuli Wall

The money shot. Perhaps a few dollars short.

Lanihuli Wall

Merrill coming up what many consider the hardest section of the trail due to a lot of upper body strength that is expended on the climb up.

Dirt Dragon

Trying to tame what is left of the dirt creature. Dust to dust. Ashes to ashes.

KSRT

Pushing our way to a free dinner. Wishful thinking.

Lanihuli Summit

A scare that didn’t go as planned. The rest of the group in the form of Aida, Aileen and Chico soon joined us at the summit from Kapalama Trail.

Lanihuli Summit

Happy Birthday Aida. Somebody forgot the cupcake. It’s the thought that counts.

Lanihuli Summit

Group photo at the unusually clear 2,700′ summit.

KSRT

Leaving the swirling heavens behind us. More like the windy heavens for today.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Dropping into the saddle.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Chico coming down the steep hill.

Anvil

Contouring our way on a sliver of a trail.

Anvil

Aileen pulling herself up the unstable anchor.

Anvil

Timing is everything. Aida was trying to figure out her footing as a small rockslide fell between her and the ropes. Somebody was watching over her to make sure her birthday wasn’t ruined.

Anvil

Just call me Otis. Mister Otis.

W

Trying to learn my alphabet.

W

Aileen climbing and contouring her way down the triple diked rockface.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Hanging off the side of a sheer cliff overlooking Nu’uanu Reservoir.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Climbing down another steep hill with the “W” behind us.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Following the serpentine ridge with scenic Windward and Leeward views all around us.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Descending through a corridor of trees on the Leeward side which afforded temporary respite from the stiff winds that were sweeping the ridge.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Scooting our way along the narrow shelf of a ridge.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Aileen making her way down.

Incisor

Who brings an ax to a hike? Paul Bunyan?

Incisor

Swinging over the toothy rock.

Incisor

Aida spotting Aileen.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Coming down one careful step at a time.

Nu’uanu Saddle

The Prince making sure the spike fits perfectly on Cinderella aka Princess. Move over Matt.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Merrill climbing down the cracked rocks. It’s only a matter of time.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Which way does the wind blow? Take a wild guess.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Going up the last hill. Promise?

Nu’uanu Valley

Climbing our way down the rooted flank of the ridge.

Nu’uanu Valley

We crossed paths with a couple of guys who were looking for the “lookout” and had overshot the puka until they bumped into us.

Pali Puka

Group photo with the lost boys photobombing us in the background.

Nu’uanu Valley

Traffic jam on the way down.

All pau

Thanks to Quan for bringing us frozen cokes and Lilia for picking us up. Our windy saddle hike covered less than three miles for Merrill and myself. Mileage was slightly higher for Aida, Aileen and Chico. Crumbly and challenging hike with a fun group. Post hike meal at the Kaneohe Yacht Club by invitation of the Commodore. Mustard packets for the taking.

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Aileen Agustin, Chico Cantu, Merrill Kalopodes 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.

Our last hike of the year was spent climbing and scrambling on an eroded ridge. The abbreviated version.

Kalihi Valley

Thanks to Alexis and Lilia for dropping Aileen, Aya, Chico and myself off on the side of the dark highway where we apparently interrupted a couple in progress. I’ll leave it to your imagination as to what was interrupted.

Powerlines Trail

Looking back into the valley of introduced marsupials and interrupted intimacy couples.

Powerlines

Chico pointing in the direction that we will be hiking today. It pays to have somebody with good navigational skills in your group.

Kalihi Saddle

Scrambling up the hill and leaving the power grid behind us.

Shark Fin

Catching the breaking sunrise over the dorsal shaped rock.

Kalihi Saddle

Aya with the peak of Bowman behind her.

Kalihi Saddle

Hiking on the edge. Literally.

Kalihi Saddle

The group making their way up the grassy hill.

Bunny Ears

Making our way towards the first of the not so fluffy pinna shaped rocks.

Bunny Ears

First rule of falling. Don’t. But, if you have to fall, fall on the Leeward side and not the Windward side. The reasons should be quite obvious.

Bunny Ears

Climbing our way up after we passed the first rule.

Bunny Ears

The group descending down the other side.

Bunny Ears

Traversing between the two pinna shaped rocks.

Bunny Ears

Aya leaving the Bunny Ears behind her as she climbed up the back of the doorstop.

Doorstop

Pointing out the steep climb ahead of us to the group. It looks more impressive than when you actually climb it.

Doorstop

Aileen climbing her way down the 40′ plus slab of rock.

Doorstop

Aya making short work of the climb down. Noticed that a lot of rocks have dislodged since my last visit.

Pimple

Contouring our way around the blister of a rock.

Pimple

Chico staying high and close.

Pimple

Climbing my way down the crumbly sliver of rocks held loosely together by compacted dirt.

Pimple

The rest of the group climbing down, one crumbly rock at a time.

Kalihi Saddle

Aileen watching Chico climb his way up.

Kalihi Saddle

Chico making his way to the Can Opener.

Can Opener

Checking out the bulging fridge on top. One day.

Can Opener

The group scrambling their way up through loose dirt and rocks.

Can Opener

Group photo at the oft-photographed background of Kalihi Saddle.

Kalihi Saddle

Chico’s friend doing a fly-by. No free tour?

Kalihi Saddle

Contouring our way below the Can Opener.

Lanihuli Wall

Climbing up the grassy slope.

Lanihuli Wall

The rest of the group making their way up the lower tier.

Lanihuli Wall

View from the upper tier of the wall looking down. One at a time going up.

Lanihuli Wall

Chico testing the webbing and watching for falling rocks before he begins his nearly vertical climb.

Lanihuli Wall

The group climbing their way back to the ridge line.

Kalihi Saddle

We only had roughly 700′ more of elevation gain before the summit.

Kalihi Saddle

The group going up the steady climb of eroded sections and woody climbers.

Dirt Dragon

I guess the dragon was hungry. Poor bird.

Dirt Dragon

Crawl or sit. Take your poison.

Dirt Dragon

Leaving the severely eroded legendary creature behind us.

Kalihi Saddle

Chico with a commanding view. Remember the first rule.

Kalihi Saddle

Making our way up the seemingly serpentine ridge line.

Kalihi Saddle

Panoramic view of the Windward coastline behind us.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

The group making their way through the overgrown trail to the summit.

Lanihuli Summit

Group photo at the 2,700′ summit that lived up to its name. Swirling Heavens.

Kapalama Trail

It was decided that the group was not ready for the full tour, so we made our way down a trail favored by Kamehameha students.

Kapalama Trail

Looking back at Kalihi Saddle in its entirety.

Kapalama Trail

Chico pretending to be a hot dog as he sucks down the mustard packets.

Kapalama Trail

Enjoying the city views on our way down before we lost them when we descended down into the tree line and made our way to the park.

All pau

Ringing in the New Year with my last saddle tour hike. It will be hard to keep prices down to a wooden nickel. Inflation and all.

GPS Tracks

Fun times with a great group on our 5.5 miles hike. Mahalo to Lilia for picking us up. Happy New Year to all and to all a peaceful night.

Photos taken by Aileen Agustin, Aya Asanuma, Chico Cantu 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 winds were blowing hard and then some at the Pali Lookout where Asami dropped Nelson and myself off this blustery morning.

Pali Puka Trail

Nelson making his way up the short and stiff climb.

Pali Puka

Looking out through Mother Nature’s window to the Windward views.

Nu’uanu Saddle

We climbed up the slick roots and rocks on the Leeward flank of the ridge which gave us a temporary respite from the howling winds and then we found ourselves back on the exposed ridge line.

Nu’uanu Saddle

The curtain of clouds filtered and muted the breaking sunrise.

Incisor Tooth

Contouring and climbing my way around the tooth shaped rock. Anybody see it move?

Nu’uanu Saddle

Nelson scrambling his way up and around the chossy rocks that resembled a ridge line.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Approaching the triple dikes known as Donkey Kong or the twenty-third letter of the alphabet.

W

Checking out the sweeping views of the lush and verdant Nu’uanu Valley, home to historic battles and homes.

W

Nelson climbing down the sheer and steep flank of the ridge.

W

Stand up to be recognized. Some were just fine with sitting.

Anvil

Making my way down the jiggly rock.

Anvil

Nelson coming down to land on what little perch of real estate is left before it erodes completely away.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Climbing up the last steep section before the ridge line leveled off.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Making our way to the swirling heavens summit.

Lanihuli Summit

Group photo at the 2,700′ top.

Kalihi Saddle

Descending from the summit on a somewhat narrow ridgeline choked with vegetation.

Kalihi Saddle

The ridge line appears to be heavily eroded in certain sections from my last visit. Or perhaps my memory is failing me.

Dirt Dragon

Keeping a tight leash on what’s left of the soil serpent that is slowly crumbling back into folklore.

Kalihi Saddle

Taking in the views of the fluted mountains and Windward views.

Kalihi Saddle

Did I mention the erosion?

Lanihuli Wall

Transitioning between the upper and lower tiers of the wall.

Lanihuli Wall

Nelson coming down the lower tier of the wall.

Kalihi Saddle

Contouring our way below the bulging rock.

Can Opener

Nelson looking up at the crumbly rocks that completly surrounded him.

Pimple

Keeping our center of gravity low to the ground as the wind whipped dirt and small pebbles into our faces and every open orifice it could find.

Doorstop

Nelson climbing up against the backdrop of the “you have to be there” and “pictures don’t do it justice” towering mountain that we had just climbed down from.

Bunny Ears

Enjoying the full blast of Mother Nature’s air conditioning.

Bunny Ears

Nelson coming down the last of the not so fluffy rock faces.

Kalihi Saddle

Watching the toy sized cars moving on the asphalt and concrete roads that cut through the lush landscape.

Shark Fin

Nelson climbing down the dorsal shaped rock. Chinese food anybody?

All pau

We decided to call it a day and get out of the gale force winds and end our less than three mile hike at the powerlines trail. Thanks to Bless for picking us up and taking us back to our cars. Post hike meal at Alley Restaurant where Nelson sampled his first meal of their Tasty Chicken.

Photos taken by Nelson Bustamante 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.

Back in the saddles this weekend. Turns out we didn’t get as much plurals as we wanted.

Moanalua Valley

Met up with Art and Tessa at the sea of beauty where the pitter patter of rain was our only company. We could have either dribbled our way up to the ridge or walked down the valley. We chose the latter option. Art wanted a reunion with the spiritual side.

Kamananui Valley Trail

Early morning hikers greeted the early morning campers.

Kulana’ahane Junction

Art testing the waters, lest we get swept away in a freak flash flood.

Godek-Jaskulski Trail

Just follow the glove when in doubt.

Godek-Jaskulski Trail

Preparing to go up the somewhat pitched slope carpeted with dead leaves and exposed roots. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Godek-Jaskulski Trail

We must be in the uluhe zone.

Godek-Jaskulski Trail

Reaching the junction where the trail intersects with the Red Hill ridge trail. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Red Hill Ridge

We soon roused two campers from their slumber. Turned out to be Justin and Matt from Uloha. Small world.

Red Hill Summit

Going up and down the seemingly endless false summits before cloud soaked views of the Windward coastline greeted us.

First Aid 101

Tessa tending to her shin injury under the watchful eye of Art.

Moanalua Saddle

Descending the Western half of the saddle.

Moanalua Saddle

Going down the slightly eroded ridgeline with flanking views of Halawa Valley and beyond. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Moanalua Saddle

Art and Tessa making their way down the somewhat slippery rocks.

Moanalua Saddle

Hikers in staggered elevation drops. Photo by Art Young.

Moanalua Saddle

Contouring and climbing our way down through the denuded spots on the ridge.

Moanalua Saddle

Tessa following the flow of gravity down the saddle. Photo by Art Young.

Moanalua Saddle

Art running down the dirt corridor bracketed with uluhe ferns. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Tessa taking in the windy scenery. Photo by Art Young.

Moanalua Saddle

Ascending the Eastern half of the saddle. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Moanalua Saddle

Art coming up the Windward side of the ridge line. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Dirt Triangle

Climbing up the Leeward side of the ridge. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Dirt Triangle

Tessa pulling herself up while Art waits his turn at the bottom.

Moanalua Saddle

Waiting in the wind. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Moanalua Saddle

Tessa climbing to the top of the assorted boulder section.

Moanalua Saddle

Scampering our way up while keeping our a low profile as the winds rocked the crumbly rocks underfoot. Photo by Art Young.

Moanalua Saddle

Climbing up the crumbly rockface.

Moanalua Saddle

Tessa contouring her way around the heavily eroded section.

Moanalua Saddle

Chilling at the first landing. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Moanalua Saddle

Looking back at the entire Moanalua Saddle. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Moanalua Saddle

Can you hear the wind blow, and did you know your stairway lies on the whispering wind? Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Moanalua Saddle

Art making his way to the last landing.

Stairway to Heaven

So, this is what heaven looks like? Covered with concrete, teeming with people and covered in clouds. Photo by Mike Karas.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Traversing the short, muddy stretch between summits.

Pu’u Keahi a Kahoe

We met up with one of several guides that were taking their paid charges up the trail. I think I need to re-evaluate my nickel business model.

KSRT

Dropping down to the defunct radar tower. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

View of the climber. Photo by Art Young.

KSRT

View of the non-climbers. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

Leaving the climbing gym behind us. Photo by Art Young.

KSRT

Approaching the two sets of powerline towers.

Tripler Summit

Relaxing and enjoying the panoramic views at the 2,760′ flat-topped peak. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

Roller coasting our way to the next peak. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Bowman Summit

Leeward view from the 2,740 top.

KSRT

When the photographic proof doesn’t match the dramatic visualization. Photo by Art Young.

KSRT

Descending down from the clouds. I thought we left heaven behind us already?

Kalihi Saddle

Scooting and sliding our way down the narrow and crumbly ridge line. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

When climbing is preferable to contouring the obstacle.

Kalihi Saddle

Scampering along the sliding ledge. Photo by Art Young.

Dirty Slide

We found out that somebody had moved the anchor to a more solid group of trees. Mahalo! Photo by Art Young.

Dirty Slide

Tessa looking back as Art makes the climb down which offers a steeper drop than before.

Broken Wave

Was somebody having a pang of nostalgia? Photo by Art Young.

Broken Wave

Watching out for falling rocks, big and small.

Rock Triangle

Climbing down the rockface. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Rock Triangle

Watching Art making his way down. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Hot Wheel Tracks

Mr. Lonely. Just missing the tree. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Tessa slowly spiking her way down the eroded section.

Rock Triangle

Going down the Windward side. Photo by Art Young.

Rock Triangle

Tessa looking for her next foothold.

Kalihi Saddle

Picking our footholds very carefully on the sliver of a ridgeline. Photo by Art Young.

Tabletop

Looking for her next scrap of a foothold.

Kalihi Saddle

Hiking on the edge. Literally. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

It’s always hump day in the mountains.

Kalihi Saddle

Striking a pose. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Who’s gonna take my photo? Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Witch’s Hat

Climbing up the conical shaped rockface. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Looking back as Art makes his way down the steep and narrow ridgeline. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Witch’s Hat

Tessa giving thanks for our safe passage through the mountains.

Witch’s Hat

Looking back at the now not so conical shaped rockface.

Powerlines

Climbing down to the powerlines and our exit out through the valley. Photo by Art Young.

All pau

Mahalo to Lilyn for picking us up and dropping us back to our cars.

GPS Tracks

Our saddles hike covered roughly 8.3 miles through crumbly ridges and spectacular scenic vistas. Great hike with good friends. Post hike meal at Pho Le. Somebody said they had the best spring rolls. Maybe they need to get out more. Just saying.

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.

Neither clouds nor rain nor wind nor gloom of day will stay these hikers from their slow and steady completion of their appointed saddle. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Trailhead

Thanks to CJ’s brother for dropping Aida, Chris, CJ, Justin, Lilyn, Tessa and myself off at the highway. Photo by CJ Mendiola.

Powerlines

Rain showers swept the ridge line as we made our way up. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Camp Centipede

Playing the waiting game. It should pass. Right? Group photo by CJ Mendiola, left to right: myself, Tessa, Lilyn, Chris, CJ, Aida and Justin.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Watching our footing as the rain finally left us. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kalihi Saddle

Social distancing as we approached the witching hour. Comment credit Lilyn Avendano. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Witch’s Hat

Climbing up the backside of the conical shaped rock. Photo by CJ Mendiola.

Witch’s Hat

Going down the front side. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Witch’s Hat

Watching everybody else make their way down.

Kalihi Saddle

Scrambling up the narrow ridge line. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Split Rock

Justin sitting on his perch with a commanding birds eye view of the ridge line. Just don’t stand up. Like somebody.

Split Rock

Everybody getting their photo on the scenic spot while the rock lasts. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Tabletop Rock

Left or right? Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Take my picture. Please! Photo by Justin Suga.

Kalihi Saddle

Aida climbing her way around the eroded section. Photo by CJ Mendiola.

Kalihi Saddle

Lilyn skipping on the saddle without a care in the world.

Rock Triangle #1

Justin scrambling up the Windward side of the rock face. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Rock Triangle #1

Smile for the camera. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kalihi Saddle

Climbing up towards the next obstacle. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Chris and Tessa bringing up the rear. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Hot Wheels Track

The group hanging out as they discussed their deep thoughts and thought provoking matters at hand.

Rock Triangle #2

Watch out for falling rocks. Not to mention the wet ropes and wet rocks. Photo by Justin Suga.

Rock Triangle #2

Chris climbing his way up. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Rock Triangle #2

Is it really that vertical or is it just the camera angle? Enquiring minds want to know. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Rock Triangle #2

Lilyn making her way up. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Broken Wave

Seeking shelter as showers of dirt and rocks were kicked loose by the ones going up. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Broken Wave

Weep crocodile tears for the wave that is gone, for it shall never return to its native land. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kalihi Saddle

Looking ahead as some of the group had dropped off the ridge line to contour on the grassy Leeward side.

Kalihi Saddle

Somebody apparently wanted to climb instead of contour but was talked out of it.

Dirty Slide

Justin pulling himself up the shifting slope. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Dirty Slide

Lilyn coming up after her minor tumble back down while trying to recover CJ’s spike. Photo by CJ Mendiola.

Dirty Slide

You put your right foot there. You take your right foot out. You put your right foot there. And you pull yourself up. You do the hokey pokey. And you fall back down. That’s what it’s all about.

Dirty Slide

I updated my motivational playbook with a simulated golden shower to motivate somebody up a steep and slippery slope. Tony Robbins I am not. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Dirty Slide

Chris had his own form of motivation. It was more verbal than physical. Earplugs optional.

Dirty Slide

The elevator service was working overtime today. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

KSRT

Shaken but not stirred. Lilyn force fed Aida at finger point and kept her mind on the trail. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

CJ scrambling up the ridge line and out of the saddle.

Bowman Summit

Clear views to be had at the summit by all. Sushi and pho what was for lunch. Chris took his leave of us as he had to go home and cook for his sister’s birthday.

KSRT

The group traversing towards the last summit of the day.

Tripler Summit

Girls just want to have fun. Boys had to be talked into it.

Tripler Ridge

Going down the long ridge as we saw Chris passing others on his way down the neighboring Moanalua Middle Ridge. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Tripler Ridge

The rest of us coming down the trail that HECO marked. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

End of the Road

Marker 12 or bust? We had to recall some of our group to keep the ridge abbreviated. Photo by Justin Suga.

End of the Road Trail

Descending down the mossy and strawberry guava tree lined trail. Photo by Justin Suga.

End of the Road Trail

Some of us had so much mud on our shoes, that worms were right at home.

End of the Road Trail

Which tree? The big tree? Which tree?

Moanalua Valley

Following the pink ribbon that lead us through the overgrowth on the valley floor. Photo by Justin Suga.

Kulana’ahane Junction

We left the overgrown trail for … Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kamananui Valley Trail

… muddy trails. I don’t know which one is worse. Photo by Aida Gordon.

All pau

Exiting the trail at the Moanalua Valley Park where CJ’s son and daughter picked us up. Photo by Justin Suga.

GPS Tracks

Our protracted saddle hike covered a little over seven miles with new and old friends. Post hike meal at Alley Restaurant where we enjoyed the outdoor parking lot dining atmosphere.

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’s apiphobia with well stung reasons found us back in the saddle again.

Trailhead

Thanks to Quan for dropping Katie, Lilyn and myself off on the side of the highway.

Powerlines

The kid gloves are off. The $5 safety gloves are on for what some claim is the hardest section of the KST. The jury is still out on that.

Powerlines

Looking ahead to the saddle whose summit was sheathed in clouds. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kalihi Saddle

Starting our day off right. Forget the waterfall hikes. This is where it’s at. LOL.

Witch’s Hat

When a hat doesn’t look like a hat. From the backside. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Witch’s Hat

Climbing up our first obstacle of the day. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Witch’s Hat

Katie making her way to the top.

Witch’s Hat

What goes up, must come down. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Witch’s Hat

When a hat looks like a hat. From the frontside.

Kalihi Saddle

Panoramic view from the iconic spot. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Kalihi Saddle

Looking ahead to our climb up the saddle.

Tabletop

Climb or contour. Go big or go home. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kalihi Saddle

Walking on a tightrope of a ridge.

Rock Triangle

Katie going up the Windward side of the rock face. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Rock Triangle

No time to check out the jaw dropping views behind us.

Hot Wheel Tracks

Now we have time.

Rock Triangle

Katie spotting me with her GoPro. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Rock Triangle

No elevator services required. It warmed the cockles of my heart.

Broken Wave

Katie scrambling up the hill whose small rocks and dirt constantly move underfoot. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Broken Wave

Putting one foot in front of the other and you will get to the top.

Kalihi Saddle

Contouring in the grassy fields.

Dirty Slide

Going up the slippery and sliding hill that requires upper body strength in abundance. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Dirty Slide

Lilyn coming up the saddle that she described as her favorite hike. Still feel the same?

Kalihi Saddle

Making our way around the Leeward side of the heavily eroded ridge line.

Kalihi Saddle

Climbing our way out of the dusty saddle.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Traversing the several false peaks before the summit of Kahuauli. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Bowman Summit

Congrats to Katie for completing the three saddles of the KST. We were going down the backside of another as a bonus. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

KSRT

Going down the rutted trail also used by HECO workers as marked by their heavy duty ropes.

KSRT

We are not climbing. We are not trespassing. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

KSRT

Going up towards the peak that towers above the Windward neighborhoods and valleys.

Puu Keahi a Kahoe

Making our way up to the eerily deserted CCL building. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Stairway to Heaven

We were not walking down the flight of 3,922 steps. We were taking the easier way down.

Stairway to Heaven

Going down the backside.

KSRT

Checking out the views from one of several platforms that once housed antenna wires that were strung across the valley. Engineering marvels of its day. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

KSRT

Lilyn coming down the overgrown stairs.

Jump

Photo bomber. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Saddle

The candid face hiking.

Moanalua Saddle

Perched at the scenic overlook. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Saddle

Why climb down when you can jump down.

Moanalua Saddle

Going down the most eroded section of the saddle. Which is not saying much; as the whole saddle is slowly falling apart, rock by rock, dirt by dirt. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Saddle

Katie spotting Lilyn with her GoPro.

Moanalua Saddle

Scooting our way down the crumbly ridge line. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Saddle

Lilyn mindful of her footing coming down the rock pile after Katie dislodged a rock. Rock by rock. Piece by piece.

Dirt Triangle

Contouring our way down the ridge line. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Dirt Triangle

Trying to take a photo and not get hit by falling rocks. Multi-tasking at its finest.

Moanalua Saddle

Looking back at the biggest and most well known obstacle on this saddle.

Moanalua Saddle

Contouring down the Windward side. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Saddle

Katie making her way along the narrow strip of dirt that passed for a trail.

Moanalua Saddle

What are we looking at here? Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Saddle

Human anchor pressed back into service. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Moanalua Saddle

The candid face at rest.

Moanalua Saddle

Leaving the saddle behind us.

Kulana’ahane Summit

All smiles. Done with the saddles. Time to head down. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Going down into the valley that are home to five distinct forest types and nine miles of streams. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Nobody kept track of the stream crossings. It was hard enough to keep track of the seven bridge crossings.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Heading into one of many hau tree groves that dotted the trail. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Moanalua Valley

End of the trail. We still had that seemingly never ending road to walk out. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

All pau

End of the road. We piled into my truck and headed to our KST party.

Post hike meal

We met up with Aida, Allison, Analyn, Anne, Ed, Janell, Laredo, Quan, Sally and Tessa at the not so secret spot to have our celebration to thank everybody for their support during our KST one shot hike. Thanks to everybody for cooking, coming out and putting up the makeshift tent.

Post hike meal

Despite the fact that it literally rained on our parade, it was good times with fun company and scarfing down the chicken and papaya, oxtail soup, pancit and cheesecake.

GPS Tracks

Our saddle hike covered 7.8 miles that had us passing through heaven and ended with good friends and ono eats. Not a bad way to spend the day.

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 had wanted to do this particular route for awhile, but always had to abort due to weather, lack of time or lack of will. I was determined to finish it this time around. Thanks to Jasmin for dropping Art, Ferlino, Lilyn and myself off. Photo by Barry Lau.

Pali Puka

We ran into two other hikers who had come up earlier to enjoy the sunrise. Photo by Art Young.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Lilyn climbing over one of the numerous blow downs that littered the side of the ridge as we made our way up.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Our short cardio climb was soon rewarded with relatively clear views of the saddle and the coastline. Photo by Art Young.

Sunrise

The breaking sun washing over the ridge line.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Art trying to keep his balance. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Incisor Rock

You guys can either climb or contour. Choose wisely. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Incisor Rock

Art making his choice. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Nuuanu Saddle

There were many gnarled and twisted trees blockading the trail. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Nuuanu Saddle

Lilyn against the scenic Windward background.

W

I think the alphabet letters are out of sequence. Photo by Art Young.

Donkey Kong

The group threading their way through the triple diked formation.

W

Lilyn watching Ferlino climb down the 23rd letter of the alphabet.

Anvil

Trying to get the Captain Morgan pose down. Not quite there yet. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Anvil

Art dropping down the near vertical rock face. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Nuuanu Saddle

Lilyn contouring her way back to the ridge line.

Nuuanu Saddle

Climbing up the heavily eroded section that has seen better days. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Lanihuli Summit

No views at the swirling heavens summit, so we all sat down for our group photo by Ferlino Carinio.

KSRT

Coming down from the 2,700′ top.

Kalihi Saddle

Following the ridge line as it curved away from the ocean. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kalihi Saddle

What happens when one leg stops and the other keeps on going. Pop. Not a good sound you want to hear while hiking.

Dirt Dragon

The new social hiking.

Kalihi Saddle

Using my kung fu death grip as I climbed down a crumbly section. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Lanihuli Wall

The group getting off the ridge line as forward progress was halted by severe erosion.

Lanihuli Wall

Going down the near vertical flank. One has to see it from a distance to appreciate the vastness and steepness. Photo by Art Young

Lanihuli Wall

Lilyn coming down from the longer and first tier of the wall.

Lanihuli Wall

Ferlino against the dramatic backdrop of the saddle and coastline. Photo by Art Young.

Lanihuli Wall

Going down the second and shorter tier of the wall. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Lanihuli Wall

Lilyn contouring back to the ridge.

Kalihi Saddle

Group photo left to right: Hawaiian Flag, Ferlino, Art, Lilyn and myself.

Can Opener

Taking our leave of the bulging rock behind us as we climbed down the crumbly base.

Pimple

Lilyn climbing up without popping the pimple. Photo by Art Young.

Pimple

Contouring around the crumbly rock formation.

Doorstop

Lilyn approaching the biggest climb on this side of the saddle. Photo by Art Young

Doorstop

The group coming down the backside of the wedge shaped rockface.

Bunny Ears

Art still trying to maintain his balance. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Bunny Ears

Ferlino watching his footing as he climbs down. Photo by Art Young

Bunny Ears

Lilyn going up the sharp and angular hill. Photo by Art Young.

Shark’s Fin

Art and Ferlino coming down the dorsal shaped rockface. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kalihi Saddle

Stuck between a rock and a hard tree. Photo by Art Young.

Kalihi Saddle

The group making their way down the last steep rock climb this side of the saddle.

Powerlines

We unfortunately lost Lilyn who decided not to press her luck and bailed down the powerlines trail. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Camp Centipede

Group photo with the reconstituted crew left to right: myself, Analyn, Barry, Tessa, Art and Ferlino.

Kalihi Valley

Art practicing leave no trace behind.

Knob

It was time to resume our hiking, in staggered spurts it would seem.

Kalihi Saddle

Making our way towards the backside of the conical shaped rockface. Photo by Barry Lau.

Witch’s Hat

The group climbing up at staggered intervals to minimize falling rock exposure.

Witch’s Hat

Ready to come down, with or without a broomstick.

Kalihi Saddle

Is it hump day yet? It is on the saddles. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Art and Ferlino making their way across a particularly eroded section. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Analyn climbing in the mountains despite just getting off from working night shift. Beast or crazy mode.

Rock Triangle

Art climbing up from the Windward side. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Making our way on the Hot Wheels Track as we approached another climb. Photo by Art Young.

Rock Triangle

Barry climbing up from the Leeward side.

Kalihi Saddle

The broken wave is no more.

Dirty Slide

Tessa scrambling up the grassy flank of the ridge. Photo by Art Young.

Dirty Slide

Barry pulling himself up the slippery slope. Some would claim this was the hardest part of the saddle.

Kalihi Saddle

Contouring our way around the crumbly rocks. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Kalihi Saddle

Climbing up the sliver of a ridge that widened as we approached the summit.

Bowman Summit

Are you tired? Funny guy.

Bowman Summit

Practicing our social distancing. Still need to work on it.

KSRT

Hiking over a couple more hills to the next summit.

Tripler Summit

The painted rock was still sitting pretty on the markers.

KSRT

Leaving the 2,760′ summit using the HECO installed safety ropes as we made our way down the rutted trail.

Radar Station

Approaching the now defunct radar station. Photo by Barry Lau.

Pu’u Keahi a Kahoe

Are you tired? Still trying to be funny.

CCL Building

Barry approaching the cloud soaked graffitied WW2 structure.

CCL Building

Panoramic view inside the building.

CCL Building

Who was talking sh*t? Not us! Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Stairway to Heaven

Group photo on the stairs. The original plan to descend down the ridge was scuttled by somebody’s injury so we had to take the shortest route down.

Stairway to Heaven

Making our way down the 3,922 steps, give or take a few. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Stairway to Heaven

Leaving heaven. Photo by Art Young.

Stairway to Heaven

Approaching the roof-less hoist house. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Stairway to Heaven

Is anybody counting? Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Stairway to Heaven

Climbing the stairs down to the last landing. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Stairway to Heaven

Analyn coming down the final steep section of the stairs. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

All pau

Walking our way out. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

GPS Tracks

The 6.1 mile path to heaven was paved with crumbly ridges, cloudy and heavenly views and great company. Mahalo to Jasmin for picking us up and thanks to Analyn for making the delicious oxtail soup that we had for our post hike meal. Oxtail soup to go please.

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.