Makapu’u to Pupukea

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

Going through the fenced enclosures.

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

The girls dipping into the saddle under the withering sun.

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

Breaking out onto the exposed trail.

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

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.

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.

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

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

Climbing down from the 1,361′ top.

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

Mahalo to Janell for stashing water on the trail.

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

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

Are we there yet?

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Our door dash drivers departing down the mountain.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

The girls climbing towards the notch of Olympus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girls passing a small meadow on their way up.

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

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

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.

Some mountain traditions must be maintained.

Traversing between the two large, hairy testicles.

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

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

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.

No rock climbing today.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

Tessa coming up the pine needle carpeted trail.

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

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

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

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

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.

Anne scrambling her way up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

The girls carefully climbing their way down.

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

The girls scooting their way down the crumbly mess.

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

The girls coming down through the thicket of woody climbers.

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

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

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.

Less texting, more hiking. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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

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

Anne contouring around the sliver of a rock pile.

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

Standing on one ear.

Sitting on the other one. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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

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

We were not going to make heaven today after all.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

Slowly making our way across the crumbly ridge line.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

Coming down the dilapidated stairs that time forgot.

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.

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

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

Anne contouring her way down the ridge line.

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

Tessa coming down one crumbly rock at a time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Climbing our way out of hell.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Hills after hills. Our mountain workout.

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

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

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

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

Anne getting back on the ridge line.

One last look before the clouds swallowed her back up.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

Tessa walking on the fence for a change.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Coming down the tricky turn. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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

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.

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

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

Approaching the gap.

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

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

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

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

Let’s make like a bee and buzz off!

Climbing our way out of the gap.

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

Sweeping panoramic valley and ridge views.

Passing a distant cousin of Waimalu Meadows.

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.

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

Anne coming down the hill.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

It works better with a phone. Just saying.

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

Taking photographic advantage of the uncommonly clear meadows.

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.

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

Views of Kahana Valley.

Views of a dirty hiker. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Crossing the well-trodden landslide.

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

The easily missed metal stake that marks the junction.

Making our way on the ridge line.

Lunch break at the original terminus of the KST.

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

Enjoying a relatively wide section of the trail.

No views of Kahana and Punaluu valleys for us today.

The gate. The gate. We’re home!

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

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

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.

Leaving our comments in the storied cabin books.

Girls just want to have fun.

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.

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.

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

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

Anne following the fence to the 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!

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

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

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

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

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

Kicking it up.

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

Climbing down the ravine that spills out into a waterfall.

Mud. Our constant cloying companion on the Northern KST.

Going down the rabbit hole. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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.

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

Back on the trail.

When the overgrowth almost swallows you on the trail.

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

Sitting on the scenic rock. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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

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

The fence. The fence. We’re home!

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

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

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.

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

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

Walking on the uluhe carpeted trail.

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

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

Crossing the bowl shaped depression to regain the ridge line.

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

Looking for views from the 2,240′ foxhole.

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

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

Traversing the countless switchbacks through the mountains.

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

Looking at the windmills pinwheeling in the distance.

Halfway there! Time for lunch. Photo by Tessa Bugay

You want some of mama’s saimin?

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.

Breaking out into the much needed fresh air.

Are we there yet?

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.

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

The girls coming down the summit. Almost home.

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

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!

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

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

Taking the trail back to civilization.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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