Picked up from the last time when I tweaked my ankle and knee. Thanks to Ferlino for dropping Lilyn, Tessa, and myself off on the side of the highway as we started off unusually late for our hike.

Powerlines Trail

Going up the steps that time forgot, apparently the landscape service as well.

Powerlines Trail

We pushed up the wrecked trail to start hiking the saddle.

Camp Centipede

Tessa contouring around the knob.

Kalihi Saddle

Stepping foot on the saddle that was marked by a thin and crumbly ridgeline.

Witch’s Hat

This webbing looks familiar.

Witch’s Hat

Tessa climbing to the top of the conical shaped rockface.

Witch’s Hat

We were just missing a cauldron, black cats and broomsticks.

Witch’s Hat

Somebody forgot their broomstick so they had to climb down.

Kalihi Saddle

Resuming our hike as we slowly gained elevation with each crumbly rock that we either climbed or dislodged.

Scenic Spot

No time for vertigo.

Hump

Up and over another crumbly rockface.

Kalihi Saddle

Somebody was muttering that they are going to retire this hike. Promises. Promises.

Tabletop

Looking for handholds and reservations.

Tabletop

The rest of the group climbing their way up.

Kalihi Saddle

Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times.

Rock Triangle

Lilyn climbing up the Windward side of the rockface.

Rock Triangle

Taking a picture of the person taking a picture. Redundancy at its finest.

Kalihi Saddle

Hiking on the edge.

Hot Wheels Track

Pausing at the area that was completely denuded of any vegetation.

Rock Triangle

Going up the second triangular rockface.

Rock Triangle

Not as hard as it looks.

Deja vu

I delayed telling inquiring minds where the spot was that another hiker had fallen 100′ down on the Leeward side a couple months ago.

Broken Wave

Tessa climbing up to the spot I named after her. Inside joke.

Dirty Slide

Pulling ourselves back up to the ridgeline.

Dirty Slide

It was all upper body strength on this one. Who needs the gym?

Slippery Slope

Tread lightly.

Kalihi Saddle

Lilyn coming up the grassy slope with the panoramic views of the Windward coastline behind her.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Climbing towards our first peak.

Bowman Summit

360 degree group photo at the 2,740′ summit of Pu’u Kahuauli.

KSRT

Traversing between summits.

Tripler Summit

Clear views from the 2,760′ grassy knob.

KSRT

Somebody wished they had balls where they could stand up and swing them.

Pu’u Keahi a Kahoe

Passing the flat 2,820′ summit where we followed the rutted trail to the top of Haiku Stairs.

CCL Building

Just missing her wings.

CCL Building

Where is everybody? It was deserted. Not a soul in sight.

CCL Building

Except these spooky spirits caught on camera.

CCL Building

Don’t we know this guy?

Stairway to Heaven

Time was not on our side so as not be a burden on the taxpayers of the City & County of Honolulu, we were forced to go down the safest trail on the island. What other trail has stairs and rails from top to bottom? Exactly.

Stairway to Heaven

Sunburst over Moanalua Saddle. Photo by Dale Yoshizu.

Stairway to Heaven

Tessa relaxing and pondering what it would be like to hike down the adjacent ridge from us. Only one way to find out.

All pau

Looking back at the old and new stairs. Thanks to Allison for letting us exit through her backyard. Fun Halloween hike with good company. Post hike meal at Kizuna. Domo arigato gozaimasu. Ni shuo shenme?

Photos taken by Lilyn Avendano, 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.

Met up with familiar and not so familiar faces to hike what would later be known as the Ko’olau Summit Trail according to the fourth estate. Not far off from the mark.

Kalihi Valley

We got dropped off on the side of the highway where we started our hike in the valley of introduced macropods and outdoor mechanics.

Powerlines Trail

Got to the top of the saddle to find out that Amber, Justin and his friend Jackson had arrived earlier to catch the sunrise.

Kalihi Saddle

Climbing up the first ropes of the day.

Kalihi Saddle

Somebody pointing to their three favorite peaks and photobombing at the same time. Multi-tasking at its finest.

Camp Centipede

Passing through the land of predatory arthropods.

Kalihi Saddle

The early birds coming down from their lofty perch to join us on the trail.

Witch’s Hat

Climbing up the backside.

Witch’s Hat

Looking down at the congo line making its way up.

Witch’s Hat

Chico going down against the backdrop of the imposing and steep saddle.

Witch’s Hat

Somebody was waiting for a holiday to fly off the conical shaped rockface.

Hump Rock

It was only Sunday. It’s going to be a long week.

Kalihi Saddle

Thomas walking across the skinny ridge line.

Tabletop

Does your group have reservations? Party of nine.

Tabletop

Can’t beat the view from the saddle.

Rock Triangle #1

Chico climbing up the Windward side.

Rock Triangle #1

Jen topping out as the others waited their turn.

Kalihi Saddle

The group traversing over the crumbly and eroded ridge line.

Hot Wheels Track

Everybody in the holding pattern, waiting to climb up the next obstacle.

Rock Triangle #2

Negative Ghost Rider, the pattern is full. Drone fly by.

Rock Triangle #2

Gecko eye view of the group climbing up.

Crumbly Contour

Watch your webbing on the way up.

Kalihi Valley

We soon heard the sounds nobody wants to hear in the mountains, “Somebody fell.” We climbed back down to make a better assessment of the situation and found out that that Jackson needed to be extracted for medical attention. The call was made to 911 and the response was swiftly forthcoming.

Kalihi Valley

The harness being lowered by Air Rescue after Jackson received on site medical attention by the first responder.

Windward

Jackson being extracted to the landing zone in Kaneohe. What lead to his fall is all a matter of conjecture, as only he can answer that question. What we do know for sure; is that accidents happen, the group reacted and responded well to the events that unfolded and a big thanks to HFD for their urgent help in this matter. Best wishes for his speedy recovery.

Broken Wave

Nothing to see here, except a rain of rocks, move along.

Dirty Slide

It was all about upper body strength on this section. For many, this was the hardest part of the trail.

Kalihi Saddle

Thomas using his wide wingspan to grab the next rock. According to one study, the average adult man has an arm span 2.1 inches longer than his height. That would give Thomas a whopping 6’5″ wingspan, still not good enough for the NBA.

Kalihi Saddle

The group scrambling out of the saddle.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Amber practicing her survival skills. Uki grass is your best friend in the mountains.

KSRT

Hiking our way to the first summit of the day.

Bowman Summit

Somebody was out of the Navy.

Bowman Summit

Group photo at the 2,740′ summit.

KSRT

Traversing between summits.

Tripler Summit

Group photo with Trump and his MAGA supporters at the summit of Kaho’omoe’ihikapulani.

Tripler Summit

Justin launching his drone from the 2,760′ summit.

Kalihi Saddle

As the drone flies. Straight to the summit of Lanihuli.

Kalihi Saddle

Return trip.

Tripler Summit

Close, but no cigar. The saying originated from early carnival days when cigars were the prizes.

KSRT

Making our way to the second set of powerline towers.

KSRT

Chico keeping his feet grounded.

KSRT

The group making their way to the summit of Pu’u Keahi’a’kahoe.

KSRT

Rose in the rutted trail that is almost a continuation from Moanalua Middle Ridge as we made our way to the Communications Control Link (CCL) building that was built back in 1942.

CCL Building

We asked a Marine to take our group photo and not to cut off the radar dishes at the top. I got this. Semper Fi.

Stairway to Heaven

The plan to continue our saddle hike was aborted in favor of getting off the mountain quickly as we didn’t want to be the source of repeat business.

Stairway to Heaven

Somebody finally noticed Profile Rock on our way down. Better late than never.

Stairway to Heaven

Going down the last of the 3,922 steps, give or take, that makes up the infamous “attractive nuisance.” The fate of these stairs, which literally draws thousands of people from the four corners of the world, is up in the air as the political winds keep shifting the goal post.

Stairway to Heaven

The group stepping off the stairs and into Haiku Valley.

All pau

Mahalo to Jasper, Allison and Quinn for showing us the way out, while the rest of the group went to church. Thanks to Lilia for picking us up.

GPS Tracks

Fun hike that covered a little over four miles and was tempered with a dose of reality with new and old friends. Post hike meal at Pho My Vi, where the burning question was how big are your carrots?

Photos taken by Aileen Agustin, Amber Fonte, Chico Cantu, Jen Odence, Justin Nambounmy, Rose Mathis, 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.

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.

To begin this story, I have to rewind the clock back six days as Chris asked me to chronicle his KST one shot from South to North. Bear with me as I wasn’t with him until the last day. LOL.

Makapu’u Puka

Day 1 Sunday, November 8, 2020 – Tessa dropped Chris off at Makapu’u to start his journey across the Ko’olau Mountain Range. Nothing like a cold bottle of caffeinated cola to start ones day.

Sunrise

Catching the sun rising over the bulging eye.

Kamehame

Chris and his shadow to keep him company on the hike. It also pays to talk to oneself on the hike as well.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Safety tip: Always wear a hard hat while hiking to avoid being conked on the head by those falling pine cones.

Kamiloiki Summit

Enjoying the views of the Waimanalo coastline.

Tom-Tom Summit

Don’t worry, keep hiking.

Mariner’s Summit

Chris left the hard hat behind for other hikers that are a little bit more safety conscious.

Hahaione

Taking a picture as it will last longer.

Lost & Found

Chris found Quan’s cap that was lost on an earlier hike.

Camp Wiliwilinui

Setting up tent at the helipad. Home for the night.

Sunset

Capturing the sun as it goes down over the communications tower.

KSRT

Day 2 Monday, November 9, 2020 – Dropping in between the valley.

Sedan Rock

Contoured and met back up with the ridge line.

K2 Summit

No views at one of the testicles. Hold and cough.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Coming down the cloud soaked ridge line.

Chimney

Taking a break from selfies and taking a shoefie instead.

Chimney

Looking back at the hardest obstacle on this saddle as Chris made his way down past the notches and down to the lookout.

Camp Pali

Lilyn, Quan, Tessa and myself met up with Chris after work to give him food, drinks and company. Quan got her cap back as well. We left before the night marchers came out. Sleep tight.

Pali Puka

Day 3 Tuesday, November 10, 2020 – Looking for those views.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Going up the crumbly saddle as the clouds rolled in from the ocean.

W

Chris about to contour and climb the donkey kong obstacle.

KSRT

Climbing out of the saddle and onto more solid footing.

Lanihuli Summit

Clear views at the 2,700′ summit.

Kalihi Saddle

Taking another break from the selfies as Chris gets ready to ride the dirt dragon.

Lanihuli Wall

Testing out the new webbing.

Can Opener

Chris at the iconic photo spot, right before he got stuck going up the Doorstop. Elevator services were offline.

Doorstop

Looking back at the steepness that is Lanihuli Wall. Best appreciated in person from far away.

Bunny Ears

Coming off the pair of hills and heading towards Shark Fin. Getting hungry for Chinese food.

Powerlines

Dropping down towards the middle of the saddle as Chris pushed on. No rest for the weary.

Witch’s Hat

Looking back at the conical rock face.

Rock Triangle

Heading towards the hardest of the rock triangles. But first, Chris had to flash a shaka.

Kalihi Saddle

Heading towards the summit of Bowman after polishing off the saddle.

Tripler Summit

To camp or not to camp? Too early.

Stairway to Heaven

Only one soul in heaven today.

Food Pantry

When the rats are more thirsty than you.

Moanalua Saddle

Chris going down the stairs that time forgot.

Dirt Triangle

Somebody made use of the yellow rope that was sitting up there.

Camp Kulana’ahane

Chris pitched his tent on the summit with sweeping views of Halawa Valley and points beyond.

Kulana’ahane Summit

Day 4 Wednesday, November 11, 2020 – Catching the morning valley views.

Red Hill Summit

Still no closure after five years. Sad for the family.

Stairway to Hell

Never enter Hell without your tetanus shot.

REI Outlet

The selection was quite sparse. They need to stock up.

North Haiku Stairs

No views. Just shaka views.

KSRT

Rounding the bend around the fenced plant enclosure.

Aiea Summit

The man and his sign.

KSRT

Catching the Windward views.

KSRT

Rolling hills ahead.

Waimalu Meadows

The winds were blowing something fierce and snatched Chris’s phone out of his hands and flung it a good distance. Lucky it landed on the spongy ground and not off the cliff.

Waimano Summit

Home for the night with views overlooking Waihee Valley.

KSRT

Day 5 Thursday, November 12, 2020 – Looking back at the fluted flanks of the Ko’olau Mountains.

Eleao Meadows

Fence by fence, they will take over the mountains.

Manana Summit

End of trail? Not for Chris.

Corner

Last chance for H20.

KSRT

Approaching Waiawa Gap.

Waiawa Gap

Dropping into the gap.

Waiawa Gap

Climbing out of the gap.

Waiahole Windward

Reminiscing about the ridge from bushwhacking hell.

Kipapa Summit

Where the KSRT becomes the KST. Tomato. Tomatoe.

Tree of Life

Windy as usual. Stay here long enough and you too will become bent over.

KST

Keep the country country.

KST

Soaking in the spectacular Northern views.

Schofield Waikane Junction

To camp or not to camp? There were still a couple hours of daylight left. Press on.

KST

The rare Ko’olau Goose is getting long in the tooth and shorn of feathers.

Pauao Junction

Chasing the sun.

KST

The notch that dynamite built.

Poamoho Cabin

Home for the night.

Poamoho Cabin

Watching the sunset.

Poamoho Cabin

Day 6 Friday, November 13, 2020 – The morning sun streaming through the windows provided the wake up call in the mountains.

Poamoho Summit

Enjoying one of the best views on the island.

Cline Memorial

How many more miles do I have left?

KST

Going my way?

KST

Lobelia in bloom.

KST

Lobelia along the fence line.

Da Boot Junction

Surprising that the boot has held up this long.

KST

Lobelia in the meadows.

KST

The fence line following the convoluted topography of the KST.

KST

Lobelia overload.

Rabbit Hole

Slogging through more mud pits.

KST

Following the fence line to Papali.

Papali Junction

Running into Charlie at the summit. Small world.

KST

They don’t call this section the muddiest for nothing.

KST

Native loulu palm trees interrupting the ridge line.

KST

Sunbather or sacrificial lamb?

KST

Let’s get in one more mud bath, shall we?

Koloa Cabin

Open for business, despite the rumors.

Koloa Cabin

What’s for dinner? Oxtail soup? Prime rib, crab legs and asparagus? Salmon and Poke? Let’s get back to reality. Filipino sardines and rice it is.

Laie Trail

Day 7 Saturday, November 14, 2020 – Tessa and I met up at the trailhead to hike the six mile trail to the summit to meet Chris and continue with him to the finish line.

Koloa Cabin

Last day to be in the mountains!

Laie Trail

Tessa told me to wait at the summit for her, as she had to fertilize the mountains.

Laie Trail

Going up the humid, overgrown and wet trail. The joys of hiking.

KST

Chris leaving the cabin for the summit.

Laie Trail

The woman of the mountains.

KST

The man of the hour.

Laie Summit

Group photo in the foxhole. Chris got his requested Coke and snacks. Much needed nourishment after seven days in the mountains.

KST

Leaving the 2,240′ summit for the most overgrown section on the KST. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

Making our way on the trail as the windmills pinwheeled in the background.

Maleakahana Junction

The glove that Chris left many years ago to replace the green sign that used to mark the spot.

KST

Winding our way through the lush landscape. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

Halfway there and time for our lunch break.

KST

Tessa disappearing into the uluhell overgrowth.

KST

Tessa pulling Chris’s leg and then some.

KST

Pushing up the last hill through the strawberry guava corridor.

Puu Hina

Group photo at the summit overlooking the North Shore.

KST

Heading down to the finish line.

Black Junction

My traditional champagne dousing of the finisher. This time Chris got two for the price of one. Major congratulations to Chris Bautista for his second KST one shot (first documented both ways, North-South and South-North) and his sixth overall finish of the KST. #beastmode.

Paalaa Uka Pupukea Road

We didn’t expect to see this individual when we popped out of the trail.

Paalaa Uka Pupukea Road

You have cold beer in your backpack? Chris’s best buddy.

Paalaa Uka Pupukea Road

Swinging my way down the road. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Paalaa Uka Pupukea Road

Greet and scare. Aida, Lilyn and Quan were waiting in the bushes to surprise us. It worked for some.

All pau

Group photo left to right: Lilyn, Quan, Chris, myself, Tessa, Arnold and Aida. It was high time for somebody to take a shower as well.

Post hike meal

Dale also came up to congratulate Chris on his accomplishment. Thanks to the gang for bringing us cold drinks, pizza and chicken. Mahalo to Quan for making Chris a Corona lei. That beer didn’t help him catch any chickens. Also found out that chickens will eat their own kind. Fried to boot. Thanks to Lilyn for driving us to the showers and back to our cars in Laie.

Post hike meal Round 2

Chris, Tessa and myself then drove to Waianae for the WST one shot turned KST one shot party as well at Bill and Shirley’s house. One shot for the one shot team. Chris could finally dig in to oxtail soup, prime rib, crab legs, grilled asparagus, poke and mashed potatoes. Thanks to Shirley for giving me the only Coke in the house. Mahalo to Analyn for the oxtail soup to go order. Fun times with Analyn and Chris, Liezl and Micah, Mia, Matt, Mike and Amber.

GPS Tracks

Chris’s traversal from Makapu’u to Pupukea covered over 52 miles in seven days. Amazing accomplishment Chris! Props to you my friend.

GPS Tracks

Tessa and I hiked 12.8 miles in nine hours through some of the worst overgrowth this side of the KST. Fun times all around with good friends during and after the hike. Thanks to all that came out to support Chris. Mahalo!

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 current global pandemic had scuttled my plans to hike the Mount Blanc Trail in Europe, so that’s how I found myself with Anne and Tessa on the fragmented remnants of the Ko’olau Shield Volcano in Hawaii.

Makapu’u Lighthouse

Day 1 Saturday – Thanks to Aida for dropping us off as we hiked up the dark and deserted road.

Makapu’u Lighthouse

All hands on the tower that has the largest lens of any lighthouse in the United States. Walking back down the paved road, we met another hiker who surprised us coming up the trail and I fell in the ditch while texting. An auspicious start to our hike.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Going up the rocky trail that was kept in navigational perspective by the shimmering coastal lights and our headlamps.

Makapu’u Puka

Pit stop at the prominent hole in the ridge line. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Shaka sunrise

Anne greeting our first sunrise of the hike. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Hang gliding platform

I believe I can fly. I mean, hike. No drugs allowed on this hike.

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Going through the fenced enclosures.

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Leaving the communication towers and former Nike air missile defence site behind us.

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The girls dipping into the saddle under the withering sun.

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The ironwood forest granted us temporary shade as we made our way out of the saddle. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Breaking out onto the exposed trail.

Kamiloiki Summit

Sweeping views of the Waimanalo coastline and inviting blue-green waters greeted us at the top. No stop at Camp Awesome today.

KSRT

Making our way through the hardscrabble terrain of this section that is usually scorching hot and the least favorite section of the KST for me, but thankfully it was overcast and relatively cool today.

KSRT

Walking through the feathery ferned forest that always makes me forget that I’m hiking on the KST for some reason. We barely crossed paths with two other female hikers going the opposite way as well. I think they were avoiding us.

Mariner’s Summit

Did my cap shrink or my head get bigger? My money is on the latter.

Kaluanui Summit

Group photo at the abandoned summit with views of the Southern spine of the Ko’olau’s, Olomana and other points of interest.

Mariner’s Summit

Climbing down from the 1,361′ top.

Hahaione Pyramid

We saw three hikers milling around the 1,594′ triangular peak. We declined to join them for the sake of social distancing.

Hahaione Powerlines

Mahalo to Janell for stashing water on the trail.

Between a rock and a hard place

Tessa trying to squeeze her way through on the trail. Photo by Anne Fai.

Pictures Plus

A picture is worth a thousand words. In her case, make it 10,000 words. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kuli’ou’ou Summit

Are we there yet?

Kuli’ou’ou Summit

Group photo at the usually bustling 2,028′ summit. Where is everybody? Has the zombie apocalypse finally happened? Something close to it. COVID-19, the apologetic apocalypse.

KSRT

Climbing our way up the severely eroded hill. Ropes included.

KSRT

Approaching the oft photographed spot that was lacking a tent and a hiker. Any volunteers? Where is yawyaw#2 when you need her? Photo by Anne Fai.

KSRT

We passed Pu’u O Kona with a slight pause to take in the cloud covered views before resuming our traverse on the numerous small hills that populated the ridge line.

Hawaii Loa Summit

Taking in another cloud obfuscated view at the barren 2,520′ knob.

KSRT

Approaching the communications tower that signaled the end of our day. We passed the 1,597′ summit and dropped down a bit to reach our camp site.

Camp Wiliwilinui

We reached the heli-pad around 1530. Kudos to Aida, Ed, Sally and Somphet for hiking to our campsite to bring food and drinks that was much appreciated.

Camp Wiliwilinui

Our door dash drivers departing down the mountain.

Camp Wiliwilinui

Good night from our temporary home in the mountains. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

Day 2 – Sunday. We woke up to a slightly chilly and cloud soaked morning. Cooked up breakfast, broke down camp and pushed off around 0715 on the trail.

Kainawa’aunui Summit

Brief stop at the 2,520′ terminus of the roller coasting ridge. Glad we were not going on that ride today. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

Anne scooting her way down the big hill. Sometimes it’s better to go with the flow of gravity rather than resist relativity. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Preparing to transition from standing to scooting. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Catching fleeting valley views before the clouds snatched them away. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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The day was turning out to be rather nice as the clouds were melting back into the sky.

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Tessa pushing her way through chest high overgrowth on the trail. It’s all a matter of perspective. Photo by Anne Fai.

KSRT

Looking ahead to the powerline towers that ring one of three tuff cones on this island.

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After bringing somebody back on the trail as she either wanted to fetch water or go home, we all made our way down the rutted trail.

Ka’au Crater

Peering into the marshy crater that is sandwiched in between civilization and the base of the Ko’olau Mountains. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Ka’au Crater

Snack break at the top of the rim. In fact, this is the hike where I first met yawyaw #1. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

The mountains are calling and we answered. Photo by Anne Fai.

KSRT

The girls climbing towards the notch of Olympus.

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Anne climbing her way up the steep hill to have an audience with Zeus. Sorry, wrong mythology. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Awaawaloa Summit

Group photo by Tessa Bugay at the 2,486′ top.

Wa’ahila Ridge Trail

Walking down the severely rutted trail that would give Moanalua Middle Ridge and Ka’au Crater a run for their money.

KSRT

Making our way on the uluhe smothered trail that afforded grand views of Manoa Valley and points beyond.

KSRT

Threading our way around the stand of pine trees blockading the ridge line.

Manoa Middle Summit

Tessa on the terminus of the ridge that drops down into Manoa Valley. Photo by Anne Fai.

KSRT

The girls passing a small meadow on their way up.

KSRT

Mesmerized by the fluted flanks of the Ko’olau Mountains that was colored in different shades of green. Photo by Anne Fai.

KSRT

Climbing false peak after false peak. The suspense just drags in the mountains.

K2 Summit

We bumped into Bill, Chris and Shirley who had just come up from the Pali and were on their way down to Manoa Middle. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Butt grab

Some mountain traditions must be maintained.

KSRT

Traversing between the two large, hairy testicles.

Konahuanui Summit

Uncommonly clear day on the highest peak that soars to 3,150′ on the Ko’olau Mountain Range.

Piliwale Junction

Passing the spot where the Windward ridge drops down into Maunawili Valley.

Mud Wall

Going down the slippery slope. Right after this, the mountains grabbed a souvenir from my head and sent it down the side of the ridge. Not wanting to give up my sun protection, I scrambled down and recovered my cap.

Nu’uanu Saddle

No rock climbing today.

Nu’uanu Saddle

The girls climbing down the ridge that looks steeper than it actually is. Rear view hiking.

Nu’uanu Saddle

We contoured the rock face that had sent a friend falling 300′ down into the trees and survived over eight years ago.

Chimney

Tessa oscillated on her way down as the bigger pack threw her balance off.

Nu’uanu Saddle

The girls decided to contour the nipple instead of going up and over. Taking the scenic route.

Nu’uanu Saddle

We delayed our arrival at the lookout due to unwanted visitors at the bottom.

Camp Pali

Thanks to Aida, Art, Lilyn and Quan for bringing us vittles and all the fixings. It was much appreciated. Lilyn also brought a portable shower which Tessa promptly drained all the water while still lathered in shampoo, so Quan had to finish her off with a jug of water. Teamwork. Team KAT + Q.

Camp Pali

Goodnight and don’t let the night marchers bite. Photo by Anne Fai.

Trash Day

Day 3 – Monday. Mahalo to Quan for bringing us breakfast fresh out of a fast food eatery. We greeted a city and county employee on our way to the trail. Lost in translation. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

Tessa coming up the pine needle carpeted trail.

Depend

Somebody was having a bad case of incontinence due to her internal or external bladder leaking. Photo by Anne Fai.

Pali Puka

Trying to capture the whole hole. Framing and perspective somehow got lost in the process. Photo by Anne Fai.

KSRT

Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games. All day.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Looking ahead to our destination in the heavens. Photo by Anne Fai.

Nu’uanu Saddle

My right hand had swelled up to fatty proportions, due to a bee sting the day before, as I must have brushed against a flower in pollination. This allowed me to grab more of the rocks, albeit a little lopsided. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Anne scrambling her way up.

W

Making our way to the 23rd letter in the alphabet. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Deviled egg

Tessa literally sucked in her smashed boiled egg. Killing two birds with one inhaler. Photo by Anne Fai.

Donkey Kong

The girls dropping and contouring their way down the side of the letter shaped obstacle.

W

Anne and Tessa finally climbing down after looking for a non-existent contour.

Anvil

Preparing to drop down on the moveable rock. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Anvil

Anne hugging the side of the cliff as the trail was barely wide enough to hold our feet.

Nu’uanu Saddle

Huffing and puffing our way up the last steep section on this side of the saddle.

KSRT

The girls making their way to the heavenly summit that was surprisingly clear of any swirling.

Lanihuli Summit

Group photo at the 2,700′ hill with sweeping mountain and coastal views.

KSRT

Leaving the summit after our lunch break. Somebody almost took the trail down to Alewa Heights. Thoughts of bailing must have been still swirling in her head.

Kalihi Saddle

Following the ridge line as it curved down. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

The girls carefully climbing their way down.

Dirt Dragon

Petting what’s left of the dragon. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

The girls scooting their way down the crumbly mess.

Kalihi Saddle

The saddle’s so windy, I got to wear shades. Borrowed shades. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

The girls coming down through the thicket of woody climbers.

Lanihuli Wall

Descending down the near vertical flank of the ridge line. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Lanihuli Wall

The other descent option, the suicidal climb down the can opener. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Lanihuli Wall

Following the white rope on our way down the ridge’s flank as we contoured our way back to the ridge line under the ominous rock jutting out from the can opener. One day it’s going to pop and I hope nobody is around.

Kalihi Saddle

Less texting, more hiking. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Anne scooting down the unstable pile of rocks, as it literally shed rocks each time one of us crossed over.

Kalihi Saddle

Popping the pimple on my way up. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Anne contouring around the sliver of a rock pile.

Doorstop

Working for Allstate. You’re in good hands. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Bunny Ears

Standing on one ear.

Bunny Ears

Sitting on the other one. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Leaving the bunny ears behind us as we didn’t find any rabbit’s foot either on the trail.

Kalihi Saddle

Anne heading out to Shark Fin. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Powerlines

We were not going to make heaven today after all.

Camp Centipede

Many thanks to Art and Ben who delivered Filipino sardines, haole cooked rice and drinks. No centipedes crawling around today. My hand had puffed out to maximum tightness, Anne gave me some Benadryl to reduce the swelling. Tessa said if my swelling didn’t go down soon, I should go see a doctor. Do doctors still make house calls? In the mountains?

Camp Centipede

Our camp site overlooking the home of the wallabies. We went to sleep as strong winds and rain tested our tents. One would fail. Somebody was praying that rain storms would lash the mountains so hard that she could go home. Thankfully her request was not answered. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Camp Centipede

Day 4 – Tuesday. We not only woke up to the sun breaking through the clouds but daylight breaking through my tent. At least my swelling had gone down. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Camp Centipede

The clouds didn’t look too inviting as they rolled through the saddle, so we stayed put until more favorable weather conditions manifested itself. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Camp Centipede

Shout out to Lilyn and Quan who swung by our camp site to loan me her tent. Back in business.

Kalihi Saddle

And just like that; the sun came out to play, so we pushed off around 0900.

Witch’s Hat

Anne climbing down the conical shaped rock that is perhaps closely related to the witch’s toes.

Kalihi Saddle

Slowly making our way across the crumbly ridge line.

Rock Triangle

Anne climbing her way up the Leeward side before working her way up the rock face. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Broken Wave

Looking back at the narrow and eroded ridge line. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kalihi Saddle

Anne was either practicing her ninja skills or spider skills. Either way, she needs more work. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Dirty Slide

Pulling myself up the slippery slope. Some would argue this is the hardest obstacle on this side of the saddle. The jury is still out on that as well. Photo by Anne Fai.

Dirty Slide

All the hard parts were behind us now as we just had to climb up to the 2,740′ summit of Kahuauli.

KSRT

No stops at the overgrown summit of Bowman or the flat and open 2,760′ summit of Tripler before running across the defunct radar tower.

Stairway to Heaven

We topped out at Pu’u Keahi a Kahoe before traversing the short muddy trail to heaven, which was lacking the usual live souls. Photo by Anne Fai.

Stairway to Heaven

The skies soon cleared and we were treated to heavenly views at the 2,480′ summit. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Stairway to Heaven

Thanks to Allison and Laredo for stashing water and snacks for us. The rats had helped themselves to some of the tasty vittles. More for them, less for us.

Moanalua Saddle

Coming down the dilapidated stairs that time forgot.

Moanalua Saddle

Making our way down what some would argue is the more eroded of the three main saddles. The jury’s still out on that one too. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Moanalua Saddle

Anne spotting Tessa as she climbed down the crumbly and steep section.

Moanalua Saddle

Hugging the rocks as we climbed down, some more tightly than the others.

Dirt Triangle

Anne contouring her way down the ridge line.

Moanalua Saddle

Leaving all the main obstacles behind us. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Moanalua Saddle

Tessa coming down one crumbly rock at a time.

Moanalua Saddle

Going up and over the last hump for the day. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Camp Kulana’ahane

We reached the summit around 1630, set up camp and watched the setting sun torch the tips of the mountains. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Camp Kulana’ahane

Catching the fiery sunset and making noodles for dinner. Just another day in the mountains.

Camp Kulana’ahane

Going to bed as the city lights in the background provided our night lights. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Camp Kulana’ahane

Day 5 – Wednesday. We cooked our breakfast, broke down camp and pushed off around 0800 on the trail.

Moanalua Saddle

Making our way up the relatively easier side of the saddle.

Moanalua Saddle

Tessa climbing out of the saddle. Photo by Anne Fai.

KSRT

We passed Red Hill Summit and crossed over the H3 as it sliced through Halawa Valley below us. Photo by Anne Fai.

KSRT

Going down the rusted stairs that took us to hell. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

Following the broken stairs to hell as we got a slice of heavenly views on our way. It was a good contrast. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Stairway to Hell

Group view at the more scenic stairway. No arguments. Hands down.

KSRT

Climbing our way out of hell.

KSRT

Dropping down and contouring our way around the fenced plant enclosure. I still have yet to see the protected plants.

KSRT

Looking into the wind blasted and cloud tinted valley views. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Getting back on the ridge line. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Anne reaching the 2,805′ summit at high noon with surprisingly clear views. Despite having more than enough time on our hands, we called it a day. It would turn out to be good timing in the end.

Camp Aiea

Set up camp and picked up our supplies that Aida, Ed, Sally and Somphet had brought up earlier in the week. Much appreciation for the assistance guys.

Camp Aiea

We had a lot of time on our hands and feet due to our early arrival. Who brought the playing cards? Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

Day 6 – Thursday. We broke down camp and with our packs a little heavier, hit the trail at a little past 0700.

KSRT

Putting our heads down as we started the major cardio section of the Ko’olau Mountains. Photo by Anne Fai.

KSRT

Hills after hills. Our mountain workout.

Waimalu Summit

We paused to take our group photo on the flat grassy plateau that was largely devoid of trees, just a lot of wind.

Waimalu Meadows

Going down the spongy spur ridge as we dropped below the cloud cover.

Waimalu Meadows

The largest grassy meadows on the Ko’olau Range. Often called mythical and magical. Both doesn’t do it justice.

Waimalu Meadows

Looking at the windswept meadows with the palm trees tucked into its nooks and crannies.

Waimalu Meadows

Anne getting back on the ridge line.

Waimalu Meadows

One last look before the clouds swallowed her back up.

KSRT

The clouds came back to keep us cool and under cover.

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Descending down into the saddle to meet a familiar face and a frozen coke.

Waimano Summit

Group photo at the 2,160′ summit that looks into Waihe’e Valley. Art had hiked up to meet us and join our hike to the end. Unfortunately, he sprained his ankle on his way up and had to turn around. We made the best of the situation and cannabalized his supplies. Including a can of spam. Something that yawyaw #1 would regret.

KSRT

Slow scramble out of the saddle. It’s hard to get back in the groove when you’ve been sitting in one spot too long.

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We passed the landmark landslide as we continued our traverse on the ridge line.

KSRT

Looking back at the clouds streaming over the mountains from Windward to Leeward.

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Tessa walking on the fence for a change.

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Following the sometimes confusing spur ridge to the meadows. Photo by Anne Fai.

Eleao Meadows

Anne passing the red haired stepchild of Waimalu Meadows at the 2,654′ top.

Camp Manana

Having dinner at the typical socked in summit. We just had to look at each other for the views.

Camp Manana

It was a tight fit, but we shoehorned our three tents onto the 2,660′ knob. One was more sheltered than the others. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

Day 7 – Friday. We woke up with no centipede surprises, ate breakfast, broke down camp and hit the now clear trail around 0745.

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Passing by the distinctive moss encrused ohia tree. Photo by Anne Fai.

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Coming down the tricky turn. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

The Corner

Descending down into the land of creek and clouds. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

The Corner

Brushing our teeth and filtering water for our hydration needs. Water was for the most part clear and while not running, was not exactly stagnant. Good enough for our purposes.

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Anne ducking under the moss encrusted tree tunnel. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Walking into a postcard. The views on this side are just too pretty for words and not enough justice for pictures.

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Approaching the gap.

Waiawa Gap

Losing elevation, that we will soon have to gain back. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Waiawa Gap

Anne found a hat to keep the glove company. Photo by Anne Fai.

Waiawa Gap

Dropping down the grassy and spongy flank of the ridge that was dotted with native palm trees.

Waiawa Gap

What? We not stopping here! Get bees flying all over the place!

Waiawa Gap

Let’s make like a bee and buzz off!

Waiawa Gap

Climbing our way out of the gap.

KSRT

Choosy moms choose Jif. Nom nom, mama make me mama saimin. Dumpster diving for “rubbish rice.”

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Sweeping panoramic valley and ridge views.

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Passing a distant cousin of Waimalu Meadows.

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We soon caught the only rain showers on our entire hike through the mountains. Thankfully Mother Nature kept it a short visit at 30 minutes.

Kipapa Summit

No flying geese were spotted at the 2,786′ socked in summit. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Anne coming down the hill.

KST

Walking across the ridgeline against the backdrop of Waiahole, Waikane and Kahana valleys. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Camp Rusty

Dropping down into the former site of the Kipapa Cabin, now our campsite for the night.

Camp Rusty

Good night and don’t let the rusty metal bite. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Camp Rusty

Day 8 – Saturday. Leaving our last camp site that we would need to use a tent. Looking forward to communal living in the cabins. I also woke up to a swollen left hand, guess the bees wanted to make it a complete pair.

Waiahole

Walking through a mixture of ferns and clidemia undergrowth that was shaded by the stand of sugi pine trees.

KST

Standing on the notch with the Waianae Mountain Range in the background. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Selfie Stick Junction

It works better with a phone. Just saying.

Tree of Life

Approaching the back of the meadows that are home to horizontal and vertical sugi pine trees.

Tree of Life

Taking photographic advantage of the uncommonly clear meadows.

KST

Pulling our way up the ridge line. And then there was the disagreement on where to get off to get back on the trail. Let’s take the hard way.

KST

Holding hands and singing kumbaya on the trail. Just don’t let go.

KST

Views of Kahana Valley.

KST

Views of a dirty hiker. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

Crossing the well-trodden landslide.

KST

Traversing what is arguably the most scenic stretch of the KST. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Waikane-Waiahole Junction

The easily missed metal stake that marks the junction.

KST

Making our way on the ridge line.

Schofield-Waikane Junction

Lunch break at the original terminus of the KST.

Do not feed the animals

Rare sighting of the Ko’olau goose and common sighting of the fence line.

KST

Enjoying a relatively wide section of the trail.

Pauao Junction

No views of Kahana and Punaluu valleys for us today.

Happy dance

The gate. The gate. We’re home!

KST

No dancing. Just take our picture. Photo by Anne Fai.

KST

The Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) used dynamite to carve these trails from the steep cliffs back in the 1930s. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Poamoho Cabin

We got to the cabin around 1415 and the party of Analyn, Bill and Shirley arrived shortly after using two legged drive to come up the five mile road.

Log entry

Leaving our comments in the storied cabin books.

Poamoho Cabin

Girls just want to have fun.

Poamoho Cabin

Somebody was smacking their lips over Foodland’s salt’n’vinegar chicken wings. Served up with surprisingly tasty instant mashed potatoes with gravy. Somebody needs to learn to drink in moderation.

Camp Poamoho

Hear that? Count your lucky stars that you can’t. Somebody was snoring so loud they would have put a drunken sailor to shame. Even hearing the rats fight outside was infinitely more preferable.

Poamoho Cabin

Day 9 – Sunday. We cleaned up the cabin, harvested some taro and headed out at a little past 0800.

Poamoho Cabin

The vegetable farmer showing how she carries her heavy load. That’s using your head. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

Anne following the fence to the summit.

Poamoho Summit

It’s hard to believe, but back in 1941, the US Army proposed paving the entire trail to the summit. Luckily it never materialized as the summit would have been overrun with people crowding one of the best scenic spots on the island. Too late. You should be here!

KST

We said goodbye to our friends as they went back down the Poamoho trail, as we continued on the Ko’olau Summit Trail.

KST

Coming up the trail to the fence. Go right to stay on trail. Go left to explore. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

Meandering through the mountains with majestic views all around us. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

No, I don’t want to shake your hand. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

Sometimes it feels like we are cattle being fenced in the pastures.

Boot Junction

Kicking it up.

KST

We crossed the spongy meadow to reconnect to the fence on the other side.

KST

Climbing down the ravine that spills out into a waterfall.

KST

Mud. Our constant cloying companion on the Northern KST.

KST Junction

Going down the rabbit hole. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

If I push this one, my f*cking feet go inside too! My knee. My ankle. Kenji, I’m really stuck! I no more energy. Wait, my shoe is right there! I need to take off my bag. The running commentary was hilarious.

Papali Junction

Taking a well deserved break after almost a half hour of sole sucking mud.

KST

Back on the trail.

KST

When the overgrowth almost swallows you on the trail.

KST

Showing off our mud dipped shoes. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

Sitting on the scenic rock. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Life Alert

My back sore. My knees sore. How am I going to answer nature’s calls?

KST

Tessa climbing out of the hole that signaled we were close to the cabin.

KST

The fence. The fence. We’re home!

Koloa Cabin

We arrived at the open cabin around 1530 and cooked up chicken gumbo and mashed potatoes for our dinner. Somebody spilled the gravy.

Log entry

Same message, different cabin. We went too sleep early again or tried too as some of us didn’t have earplugs.

Koloa Cabin

Day 10 – Monday. Waking up to our last day in the mountains. We made a big bowl of combined saimin, cleaned the cabin and left around 0800.

KST

Tessa swinging over the fence line go get back on the muddy trail.

Koloa Cabin Mud Run

I think I was the only participant in the mud race. I guess I won. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

Walking on the uluhe carpeted trail.

KST

Leaving the fence behind and something else. What could it be? Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Lost & Found

Anne realized she had left her phone somewhere back on the trail, so she backtracked a bit and luckily found it.

KST

Crossing the bowl shaped depression to regain the ridge line.

KST

Following the trail as it wound its way through the mountains. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Laie Summit

Looking for views from the 2,240′ foxhole.

KST

We resumed our hike on the most overgrown section of the KST.

KST

The overgrowth was only up to our knees at the start. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

Traversing the countless switchbacks through the mountains.

Malaekahana Junction

Somebody almost missed the junction. Need to slow down and smell the glove. Photo by Tessa Bugay

KST

Looking at the windmills pinwheeling in the distance.

KST

Halfway there! Time for lunch. Photo by Tessa Bugay

KST

You want some of mama’s saimin?

KST

Plunging back into the overgrowth that was a mixture of uluhe ferns, strawberry guava trees and other plants that constantly tried to keep us at bay.

KST

Breaking out into the much needed fresh air.

KST

Are we there yet?

NSFW

I needed to go potty, but since the girls surged ahead with the wipes, I had to use my potty mouth instead. Diarrhea of the mouth.

Pu’u Hina

Finally empty and relieved, it was all smiles at the 1,896′ summit. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KST

The girls coming down the summit. Almost home.

Black Junction

A big thanks to Janell and Quan for meeting us with celebratory drinks that came in different flavors.

Black Junction

Our journey across the Ko’olau Mountain Range had come to its conclusion. Thanks again to Team KAT and our friends that supported us on our hike, we couldn’t have done it without you!

Black Junction

Trying to douse ourselves and each other with champagne was harder than it looked.

Black Junction

We collected our liquid leftovers and took a final group photo before heading down. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Pupukea

Taking the trail back to civilization.

Pupukea

Making our way down the graded footpath that was strewn with fallen tree branches of assorted sizes.

Paalaa Uka Pupukea Road

Somebody just couldn’t wait to get out of their hiking shoes as we also crossed paths with a lot of mountain bikers.

All pau

Thanks to Katie and Richard for picking up three ripe hikers and two hitchhikers up, if somebody could just figure out how to open the doors and also to Dale that looked out for any furry rodents so that we wouldn’t get bitten.

GPS Tracks

Our hike across the entire Ko’olau Mountain Range covered the distance of two marathons, a little over 52 miles. It was quite the mountain marathon. Priceless memories with good friends.

Post hike meal

Agnes, Aida, Art, Bill, Chris, Dale, Janell, Jenn, Katie, Lilyn, Quan, Richard and family and Shirley joined us at Haleiwa Joe’s, the one in Haleiwa and not Kaneohe, for our first civilized meal in 10 days. Thanks to Jenn for the fragrant leis that worked hard to mask our pungent odors and to Lilyn for our one shot patron for the one shot hike.

Post hike meal

Mahalo to Dale, Quan and the waitress for our hefty cut of cow dinners. Thanks again to our friends for coming out and their support! It was quite the adventure and experience.

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 lost something valuable coming down the unscheduled stairs descent last week and went back on a rescue and recover hike. Met up with Aida, Katie and Quan who agreed to join me.

Stairway to Heaven

The rain was coming down in sheets as we embarked up the stairs in the wee hours. Perfect hiking weather. Somebody questioned our sanity.

Stairway to Heaven

Cardio climbing up the rain slicked stairs. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Stairway to Heaven

Passing the hoist house. Almost there.

Stairway to Heaven

We can see the CCL building for the rain. Photo by Aida Gordon.

CCL Building

Boiling up hot ramen noodles for breakfast. Photo by Katie Bingham.

CCL Building

Disappointed that I was unable to recover my valuables, we took a group picture in the cold rain.

Stairway to Heaven

Aida and Quan headed back down the stairs due to the inclement weather.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Katie and I struck out in the direction of the saddles hoping the weather would clear. Hoping against hope.

Pu’u Keahi a Kahoe

Heading down the mud slicked trail. Photo by Katie Bingham.

KSRT

Descending towards the defunct radar station. We observed the no climbing signs. Photo by Katie Bingham.

KSRT

Katie passing the powerlines on the trail.

KSRT

Still looking for that ray of sunshine. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Tripler Summit

The painted rock has left the summit.

Bowman Trail

Heading down on the six mile trail that we would cut short. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Bowman Trail

Katie passing through the mossy wetland on top of the mountain. Similar to Kaala, just missing the boardwalk.

Bowman Trail

Practicing the long lost art of water milking. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Bowman Trail

Descending from the 2,740′ summit of Pu’u Kahuauli.

Bowman Trail

Switch backing our way down the “face” of Bowman. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Bowman Trail

The only company we had on the ridge were the highway noises coming from Likelike Highway.

Bowman Trail

The rain subsided so we cooked up some more ramen and miso soup.

Kalihi Saddle

Clearing up. Missed opportunities. The mountains will always be there. Keep repeating and believing that.

Commando Trail

Going down the trail on the spur ridge that HTMC pioneered. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Commando Trail

Katie coming down the trail with the “face” of Bowman in the background.

Commando Trail

Can you see the hikers for the tree?

Commando Trail

The rain came back to pay us a visit.

Commando Trail

If a hiker falls down in the forest, does he make a sound? Yes, especially if he’s barking like a dog to scare off pigs heard in the forest. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Commando Trail

Climbing over trees as we followed the highway sounds to help us exit the valley.

All pau

Sticking out your thumb seems to work better than flashing your phone lights in catching a ride. Thanks to Quan for picking us up. No post hike meal as no restaurants were open.

GPS Tracks

Our 4.12 mile hike went through heaven and somewhere in between. Thanks to Aida and Quan for coming up the stairs and Katie for sticking it out in the rain. No post hike meal as everybody had food waiting at home.

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.

It was time to break in another saddle cherry. At this rate, I should go into the edible business.

Wilson substation

Thanks to Quan for dropping Analyn, Kip and myself off on the side of Likelike Highway where we walked up the mosquito infested service road to start our hike.

Powerlines Trail

Working our way up to the powerline poles that supply electricity to the Windward side.

Powerlines Trail

It was quite breezy once we hit the exposed ridge, so somebody had to put on additional layers to stay insulated.

Kalihi Saddle

Working our way up the ridge. So far, easy peasy. Photo by Kip Mizushima.

Kalihi Saddle

Panoramic views of the Windward side that can’t be beat.

Kalihi Saddle

Just missing the spiced rum. Photo by Kip Mizushima.

Witch’s Hat

Climbing up the backside, which is considerably shorter than the front side. Photo by Kip Mizushima.

Witch’s Hat

Kip making his way down the front side of the pointed rock.

Witch’s Hat

Analyn posing at one of the most photographed spots on this side of the saddle. Photo by Kip Mizushima.

Hump Day

It’s only Sunday. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Kalihi Saddle

Looking forward to our uphill climb. Photo by Kip Mizushima.

Kalihi Saddle

Photographing the photographer on the skinnier section of the skinny ridge.

Tabletop Rock

Bypassing the webbing and climbing up directly. Photo by Kip Mizushima.

Tabletop Rock

Analyn making her way up. Photo by Kip Mizushima.

Kalihi Saddle

Watching our step as we climbed our way up, as every foothold and handhold are suspect due to the crumbly nature of the saddle.

Rock Triangle #1

Climbing up the Windward side. Photo by Kip Mizushima.

Rock Triangle #1

Kip pulling himself to the top.

Hot Wheels Track

Passing over the eroded section that overhangs the ridge.

Rock Triangle #2

Working myself up the Leeward side. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Rock Triangle #2

Analyn looking for her next handhold as she makes her way up. Photo by Kip Mizushima

Broken Wave

The ground going up was extremely slippery underfoot due to the loose rocks. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Kalihi Saddle

We soon left the ridge line to contour on the Leeward side which gave us temporary refuge from the winds that were blowing up to 40mph. Quite a dramatic departure from two weeks ago when the winds didn’t even tickle us. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Dirty Slide

Looking for the webbing in the suffocating and overgrown dry grass. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Dirty Slide

Analyn pulling herself up with webbing that I thought gets longer when you pull on it, but this one was shorter than previous trips.

Dirty Slide

Vidi sedere venero. Not as catchy sounding as veni vidi vici. Photo by Kip Mizushima.

Kalihi Saddle

Crossing the section where the trail is eroded and slanted down towards the valley.

Kalihi Saddle

Making our way up the serpentine ridge to Pu’u Kahuauli.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

I always appreciate the views when the clouds are just hanging over the mountains and how it keeps them at bay on one side.

KSRT

Hello from the other side.

Bowman Summit

Group photo at the 2,740′ peak, left to right: myself, Analyn and Kip.

KSRT

Leaving the summit as we hiked the multiple short ups and downs.

Tripler Summit

Analyn and Kip at the 2,760′ grassy clearing.

Hot Seat

Is this thing still active? Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Pu’u Keahi a Kahoe

Analyn and Kip leaving the 2,820′ benchmark to begin the slippery and muddy slope to heaven.

CCL Building

Making our way to the only sheltered building on the ridge.

KSRT

Kip with the backdrop of Kalihi Saddle. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Stairway to Heaven

This is what Heaven looks like from 2,480′.

Stairway to Heaven

Did I mention the wind was blowing hard? Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Stairway to Heaven

We had planned to go down Moanalua Middle Ridge; however Analyn’s knees were bothering her, so we decided to go down the most direct route, which happened to be the stairs. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Stairway to Heaven

Going down all 3,922 steps, give or take.

Stairway to Heaven

But first there was a photo shoot going on almost every single step of the stairs. Slight exaggeration. Photos by Analyn Baliscao.

Stairway to Heaven

The landslide that time forgot and the colorful character that nobody can forget.

Stairway to Heaven

Making our way down on the vertical section of the stairs. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Haiku Ladder

I can’t believe that some of the original wooden ladders that were staked into the cliff side in 1942, are still lying around at the bottom. Photo by Kip Mizushima.

All pau

Our saddle to heaven hike had gusty winds, heavenly views and a rainbow at the end. Sweet little hike with great friends. A big mahalo to Laredo for meeting and dropping us off at our truck. Post hike meal at Pho My Vi where hot soup does a body good.

Note: I have been made aware that some hikers have been using my blog as a hiking guide and getting lost on the trails. Please note that this blog was made to document the hike for the crew(s) that did it. That is why some of my comments will seem to have no relevance or meaning to anybody outside of the crew(s) that hiked that trail. My blog was never meant as a hiking guide, so please do not treat it as such. If you find inspiration and entertainment from these hikes, that is more than enough. If you plan on replicating these hikes, do so in the knowledge that you should do your own research accordingly as trail conditions, access, legalities and so forth are constantly in flux. What was current today is most likely yesterdays news. Please be prepared to accept any risks and responsibilities on your own as you should know your own limitations, experience and abilities before you even set foot on a trail, as even the “simplest” or “easiest” of trails can present potential pitfalls for even the most “experienced” hikers.

Our goal today was the Swirling Heavens of Lanihuli, but we had to settle for the crackling power lines instead. Photo by Yoly Bedford.

Commando Trail

Mahalo to Jasmin for dropping Bill, Chris, Ferlino, Yoly and myself off on the side of the highway where we then plunged into the forest flatlands.

Commando Trail

We got turned around a bit in the canopied forest as the ribbons soon vanished and then we found these carved tree markings which helped us to get back on track.

Commando Trail

Once we got to the “wallaby” rocks, we were within sweating distance of the spur ridge.

Commando Trail

Thrashing our way up the uluhe infested ridge line.

Commando Trail

Passing underneath a tree bent by the hand of mother nature or man. Photo by Chris Bautista

Bowman Trail

Approaching the “face” of Bowman.

Bowman Trail

Making our way up the steep switch backs. Photo by Chris Bautista

Bowman Trail

Catching the ridge, valley and ocean views as far as the eye can see.

Bowman Bog

Approaching the wetland that sits on top of Pu’u Kahuauli.

Bowman Bog

One of several spiderwebs scattered throughout the trees, that seemed to be collecting more dew drops than insects. Photo by Chris Bautista

Bowman Bog

If you’re not careful as well, the sucking mud plucks shoes from unsuspecting hikers feet.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Cresting the top of the ridge line as we began our descent down into the saddle.

KSRT

Collecting our group together before we headed down the crumbly and narrow ridge line. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kalihi Saddle

Bill getting his first taste of the saddle life.

Dirty Slide

Ferlino going down a rope that has been secured to a dead tree for who knows how long. The power of faith. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Kalihi Saddle

Contouring our way back to the ridge line as Bill checked his fitbit to see if he made his daily step count.

Broken Wave

You do know I have 50 pounds over you?

Rock Triangle

Yoly climbing down the Leeward side of the first rock triangle.

Kalihi Saddle

Impromptu group photo on the saddle. Photo by Chris Bautista

Kalihi Saddle

Making our way over a denuded section of the ridge line.

Rock Triangle

Bill climbing down the Windward side of the second rock triangle.

Kalihi Saddle

Ferlino and Yoly going over one of several humps on the ridge line during our descent. Photo by Chris Bautista

Tabletop

Are we having fun yet? Can we go home already?

Kalihi Saddle

Look ma! No hands. Photo by Chris Bautista

Kalihi Saddle

Looking back at our steep descent from the top of Bowman.

Paraglider photobomber

Random trail observation. Does the para glider and hiker wish to trade places at this particular moment in time?

Kalihi Saddle

Scrambling our way down to the dip before the last main obstacle on the ridge line.

Kalihi Saddle

Back for the views. Photo by Bill Yogi

Witch’s Hat

We are contouring that, right? There is no contour. Flashbacks from another hike where somebody kept asking me that.

Witch’s Hat

Climbing up the front side. Not as bad as it looks.

Mavic 2

Bill didn’t just carry 32 ounces on his back for nothing. Some thing was flying off the mountain.

Witch’s Hat

Drone photo by Bill Yogi, left to right: Chris, Bill, Yoly, myself and Ferlino.

Witch’s Hat

Climbing down the backside of Witch’s Hat, which was named by legendary hiker Pete Cline.

Kalihi Saddle

Leaving all the hard parts behind us.

Powerlines Trail

Attempted to check out the HECO power lines and then thought better of it. Photo by Yoly Bedford.

All pau

Our taste of the saddle hike ended up prematurely cut, but everybody had fun. I think everybody had fun. Thanks to Jasmin for picking us up again. Post hike meal at Chao Phya Thai. Family style. Photo by Yoly Bedford.

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 Chris, Chun, and Ferlino in Moanalua Valley to be shuttled by Jasmin to the trailhead. Photo by Chris Bautista

Trailhead

We waited for Anne as the weekend traffic whizzed passed us; expecting oxtail soup, but instead was just graced by her presence. I guess that will have to do.

Kalihi Valley

Panoramic view of the jagged saddle overlooking the valley that was once known for its fishponds, but now home to a colony of rock wallabies.

Powerlines trail

Hammering our way up the powerlines trail.

Powerlines

The hammer had more balance than somebody on this sawed off pole. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Kalihi Saddle

Climbing up to Camp Centipede, thankfully the tenants were not home.

Kalihi Saddle

Rounding the knob through knee high shrubbery.

Witch’s Hat

Making our way up the crumbly backside. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Witch’s Hat

Coming down the conical shaped rock.

Kalihi Saddle

Looking ahead to the crumbly ridge line ahead of us.

Kalihi Saddle

Chun had the best seat in the house.

Kalihi Saddle

Humping it over the rock, hiking like it was a Wednesday. Photo by Ferlino Carinio

Kalihi Saddle

Chris all smiles after crossing a saddle on a saddle. Photo by Chris Chun.

Kalihi Saddle

Making my way to tabletop rock. Photo by Chris Chun.

Kalihi Saddle

Scrambling up by branch, rock or root; whatever would safely get us up.

Kalihi Saddle

Approaching the first rock triangle. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kalihi Saddle

Thankfully we had favorable weather on our saddle hike today.

Kalihi Saddle

I forgot if I was yawning or yelling. Photo by Chris Chun

Kalihi Saddle

The rest of the group making their way on what I call the Hot Wheels Track, a chunk of earth seemingly suspended above the earth.

Kalihi Saddle

Is this thing safe? Photo by Chris Chun

Kalihi Saddle

Hanging out at the broken wave.

Kalihi Saddle

Contouring on the Leeward side of the ridge. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kalihi Saddle

Pulling ourselves up the dirty slide. Photo by Chris Bautista

Kalihi Saddle

No views at all up here, let’s check Facebook to keep us occupied until the others make it up.

Kalihi Saddle

Dirt surfing on the saddle. Photo by Chris Chun

Kalihi Saddle

Chun pondering the age old question; over or around?

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Looking towards Heaven as the clouds slowly collected and gathered near the mountains.

KSRT

Pushing up the final steep climb to …

Kahuauli Summit

… where we had our lunch at the socked in summit of Bowman.

KSRT

Shaking off the kanak attack, we resumed hiking on the cloud soaked ridge.

Tripler Summit

What? Nobody wants to do the sun dance? Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

KSRT

Chris nearing the second set of power lines on the ridge.

KSRT

Climbing up the hill towards the defunct relay station or is it now active?

KSRT

I guess hanging upside down is not the same as climbing. Photo by Anne Fai.

KSRT

Lady avoids being on the six o’clock news. Chris bumped into this visitor who thought this was the way to Stairway to Heaven.

KSRT

This is the way to Heaven, filled with mud and a deeply rutted trail.

Stairway to Heaven

Group photo at the CCL building. Heaven was closed for business. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Stairway to Heaven

Weather conditions did not look too sunny, so the group decided to take the safer route back down. Photo by Ferlino Carinio

Moanalua Middle Ridge (MMR)

Leaving Heaven behind us as we dropped in elevation.

MMR

Escaping the clouds but not the erosion and crowds on the trail. At least we got the views back.

MMR

Chillin’ in my own cave. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Kulana’ahane Trail

To knock or not knock down? Such is the age old question.

Kulana’ahane Trail

Chun looking forward to hiking four more miles in the valley.

All pau

When you have too much time with your feet, you end up playing hopscotch in the dirt.

GPS Tracks

Short and sweet saddle hike with good friends. When you confuse Salt Lake with Moanalua, you end up eating at Ramen-Ya for your post meal hike.

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.