Ohikilolo Valley to Peacock Flats

It was time to spend another anniversary on this particular mountain. Aida dropped off Katie and Lilyn at the trailhead, who had her knife at the ready in case any trouble appeared. Thanks to Janell for driving Aida, Quan, Tessa and myself to the trail head.

Luckily the gate was open early in the morning, so we didn’t have to separate the group.

How many people can you fit in a cacti covered shack? Apparently just one.

Going up the jeep road with our 2×2 legs.

Plunging into the forest and following the fence line for the most part, where we attracted the unwanted sticky burrs to our clothes.

The only game seen today were two legged hikers.

Climbing over the fence to connect to the spur ridge that would lead us out of the valley floor.

Leaving the relatively flat ground for steeper and rockier pastures. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Are we having fun yet? Perhaps, I should ask that question later. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Climbing up the ridge. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Lilyn and Tessa cresting over one of the humps on the ridge. Photo by Quan Haberstroh.

Strike a pose. Yoga pose. Photo by Quan Haberstroh.

The girls checking out each other’s gluteus maximus muscles.

I think I need to work on mines. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Janell scrambling her way up the dry grassy ridge. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Enjoying their personal space this time around. Photo by Quan Haberstroh.

The group climbing up one of the exposed dikes on the ridge. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Katie climbing her way up.

To climb or not to climb? Rhetorical question. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Contouring and climbing our way up.

The group climbing their way up the ridge that was populated with exposed rocks. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Bird’s eye view. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Tessa didn’t want to wait in the climbing queue and went up her own way. The hard way.

Quan still having fun. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Katie gaining the fenced ridge line. No stuck goats to be seen or heard.

Aida looking ahead to the fenced ridge line. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Tessa climbing the fence for a better view or a better shot? Photo by Aida Gordon.

The sun came out to play that was accompanied by brisk winds. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Surprisingly comfortable. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Lilyn leaning over into Makua Valley. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Approaching the helipad. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Group photo left to right: Tessa, Janell, Quan, Lilyn, Katie, myself and Aida.

Traversing the exposed and eroded ridge line.

Not everybody wanted to use the webbing. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Our arms were getting quite the workout today.

Approaching the forested area that was interrupted by a washed out and weathered section of the ridge before the cabin. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Katie stumping for views.

Snack break. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

You can knock, but you can’t come in.

Call the Governor, the TP shortage is over. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

When you got to go, you got to go.

Tessa on the edge looking towards the distinctive triangle peak of Ohikilolo. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Leaving the cabin and outhouse behind us. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Climbing to the top of the pyramid peak. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Group photo at the 3,052′ top with sweeping views of the Waianae Mountains, Ridges and Valleys. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Scooting our way down the backside of the peak. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

The rest of the girls headed back down to the valley floor, where they enjoyed some extra time exploring the forest and covered with more sticky burrs.

Most of us came down with our backpacks while somebody just rolled hers down the hill, including her hair pin.

Fences for daze. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Hello from the other side. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Following the fence line. The theme for the day.

Straddling a very crumbly dragon. Photo by Katie Bingham.

I don’t think potatoes can be planted here. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

We could still see the cabin in the distance. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

The girls getting some air time.

Trying my best not to get a groin injury. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Lilyn stepping on the dragon. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Climbing my way down. Photo by Katie Bingham.

The colorful girls descending the steep stretch of the ridge equidistantly.

Scenic views all around. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Katie contouring her way down the ridge.

When the fence becomes a ladder. Photo by Katie Bingham.

Hanging onto the fence line as we followed the ridge line that gained and dropped elevation on the way.

Making our way down to the section where a giant boulder interrupts the fence line. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Katie sliding her way around the protruding boulder.

Climbing up the last steep section. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Lilyn overlooking the valley views. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

The woodland rodent meant that we were within sweating distance of the summit, which was heavily overgrown on the way up.

When your tendons are simply exhausted from grabbing the fence all day.

1, 2, 3. Makaha, Makua, and Mokuleia. All corners accounted for.

Hot lunch in the making. Complete with Vienna sausage. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Leaving the clear summit as we followed the fence down.

Taking in the somewhat obstructed view of Makua Valley.

Our last group photo of the day before we came down from the mountains.

The citrus tree was loaded with ripe fruits that were just begging to be picked. Tasty and refreshing trail snacks. The nearby avocado trees were flowering but not fruiting yet.

Leaving the short and sweet trail.

Feminine charm and positive thinking failed to secure us a ride down the road.

My last climb of the day. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Pounding the pavement on our way down.

The end of the road and a long day for us.

We used our phone lights to flag Quan down, who was nice enough to pick us up and drive us back to our cars. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Our 11.1 mile coast to coast hike covered stunning and sweeping scenic views that were filled with fun times and good friends. Post hike meal at Restaurant Kunio where I just missed the last ribeye steak served for the night. Such is my luck.

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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