Due to popular demand, does two people count? The perimeter walk around the island was re-started. Clockwise.

Waimanalo Beach Park

Mahalo to Ferlino who picked up Aida, Akira, Mari, Robin, Tessa and myself from Taco Bell and shuttled us to the area that was probably one of the first spots on the island explored by Polynesians, where Dave and Susan were waiting to round out the group.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Walking into the blinding sun, better than driving.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

The group trying to catch a glimpse of the turtle in the water.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Hello? We are waiting for our Presidential Letter of Appreciation. Hello?

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Walking past the dead chicken as we made our way down the beach transit corridor.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

High tide.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Look who caught up with us after catching the sunrise at Koko Crater.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Metaphorically speaking we are all just pawns in the game of life.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Chris texting a photo to the State DOT Highways Division.

Makai Pier

Transitioning from asphalt to sand as we made our way to the facility built by the State in the 1960s to support marine research.

Makai Pier

Group photo underneath the 600′ long pier.

Makai Pier

Group photo against the Windward backdrop.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

The whole is greater than the sum of the parts. I’m not sure that includes adding rocks to a plastic package to make it something that it is not.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

I think somebody was not too happy that Chris was taking over his side hustle.

Makapuu Beach

Looking out towards the seabird sanctuary that was once actually inhabited by rabbits in the 1880s after it was introduced by John Cummins, owner of Waimanalo Plantation, as a hobby as he didn’t want them to damage his sugarcane crops. Instead they destroyed the ecosystem on the island and were removed in the 1970s.

Makapuu Beach

Ferlino jumping over an rock enclosure that was humming with activity.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Back on the highway.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Somebody was having a bad hair day. Let’s make it right with a hairbrush from the highway.

Makapuu Beach

Don’t drink and hike.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Just hanging out.

Makapuu Lookout

Leaving the scenic lookout for climbing pastures.

Makapuu Lookout

We climbed past WW2 pillboxes embedded in the lava landscape as we made our way up.

Makapuu Lookout

Akira climbing in the footsteps of Alex Honnold. Baby Honnold.

Makapuu Lookout

Looking out towards Rabbit (Manana) Island. In 1904, it was one of the spots being considered for the lighthouse that would later be built at Makapuu Point.

Makapuu Lookout

Forced perspective.

Makapuu Lookout

Chris and Ferlino decided to go off-trail.

Makapuu Lookout

Partial group photo at the top of the lookout.

Makapuu Lookout

Taking the most direct route down. Is this where the KST ends or begins? Inquiring minds want to know.

Makapuu Lookout

Should I go this way or that way?

Makapuu Lookout

Selfie with the navigational aid that sits on the most southeastern point on the island.

Makapuu Lookout

David and Susan climbing their way down to more level footing.

Makapuu Lookout

Ferlino away from the crowds on the trail.

Makapuu Lookout

Susan behind the barrier whose origins date back to WW1.

Makapuu Lighthouse

Group photo of the 46′ tall lighthouse that was built in 1909 and fully automated in 1974. Thanks to the USCG “Coastie” who happened to intersect with our group.

Makapuu Lighthouse

Looking back at the concrete tower that houses the largest hyperradiant lens in the country. When the lighthouse was finished in 1908, the lens had to be hauled up piece by piece with block and tackle from a ship down below as the road had not yet been built.

Makapuu Lighthouse Trail

An aerial view of the site in 1959 when the lighthouse was operated by the USCG until 1974. This area was used by Federal marshals to protect witnesses who were testifying against local crime boss, Wilford “Nappy” Pulawa during 1974-1975. He was sent to a mainland prison for two years on tax evasion. Same way they got Al Capone. Don’t mess with the IRS. In 1987, Dennis “Bumpy” Kanahele occupied the area and was later evicted after a standoff with HPD SWAT. The State later razed all the dwellings except for the still standing oil house. The same Bumpy Kanahele who would go on to occupy Makapuu Beach in 1993 for over a year before Governor Waihee hammered a deal that gave Kanahele and his group 45 acres above Waimanalo in exchange for ending his occupation. Photo by the USCG.

Makapuu Lighthouse Trail

Some folks need to get with the program.

Kaiwi Shoreline Trail

Going off the beaten path.

Kaiwi Shoreline Trail

Approaching the rock formation called Kapaliokamoa or cliff of the chicken as we made our way down the rocky trail.

Pele’s Chair

Climbing up against gravity.

Pele’s Chair

It’s called a chair for a reason.

Pele’s Chair

Partial group photo on top of the volcanic rock that bears a passing resemblance to a chair that was the last seat of Pele, volcano goddess, before she left the island.

Pele’s Chair

Going with the flow of gravity.

Alan Davis Beach

Robin was the only one who decided to test out the waters.

Alan Davis Beach

The group descending down to the secluded Kaho’ohaihai Inlet, before rambling off into the dry grassy fields.

Kaiwi Shoreline Trail

Balancing on the bridge over Kaloko Inlet. Best when medicated.

Kaiwi Shoreline Trail

Leaving the trail as we made our way back onto the highway.

Sandy Beach

The group taking a much needed sugar break from the punishing sun.

Sandy Beach

Culvert view.

Halona Blowhole Lookout

There was a map of the island which would come in handy if we were lacking a book, AllTrails or critical thinking.

Halona Cove

Looking down into the small protected bay also known as Cockroach Cove and Eternity Beach.

Umi Mamori Jizo

Akira standing next to the Japanese Fishing Shrine that was erected in 1940 to “protect” local fishermen. It was eventually “taken over” by Vietnamese Buddhists in 2007 who keep up the place and leave food and flower offerings.

Bamboo Ridge

Puka view.

Bamboo Ridge

Looking out towards Halona Blowhole. She wasn’t spouting today.

Bamboo Ridge

360 degree perspective.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Walking on the narrow shoulder as we walked into incoming traffic with only inches of asphalt separating us.

Kawaiakaiea Bridge

Chris and Ferlino decided to explore a bridge nearby.

Kawaiakaiea Bridge

Graffiti galore.

Ihiihilaukea Bridge

The majority of bridges in this area was built in the 1930s.

Hanauma Bay

Mari next to the entrance of one of the most popular tourist destinations on the island. The park is now regulated and restricted to 720 guests a day, down from its highs of 3,000 to 10,000 visitors a day.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

I think your safety check is expired.

All pau

We ended our hike in the parking lot at Taco Bell. Thanks to Robin for dropping everybody back at Waimanalo Beach.

GPS Tracks

Our re-started perimeter walk covered 9.8 miles with a fun group. Post hike meal at Greek Marina. It’s all Greek to me.

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Akira Suzuki, David and Susan Katz, Ferlino Carinio, Mari Saito, Robin Farr, 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.

We spent Girl’s Day wrapping up our perimeter walk around the island.

Hawaii Kai

Met up with the gang and parked near the only golf course on the eastern side of the island. We then walked to the starting point, some lawbreakers didn’t want to walk on the sidewalk. The crowd that I hang out with, hope it doesn’t rub off on me.

Sandy Beach

We caught the breaking sunrise at the birthplace of modern bodyboarding in the islands.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Leaving the extinct tuff cone behind us, also commonly confused with Koko Head. Tomato. Tomatoe.

Ka’iwi Shoreline Trail

We decided to avoid being potential roadkill and elected to make our way on the trail that is part of 340 acres of State park that is supposed to be kept in its wild and natural state for perpetuity. No beach side luxury homes for the affordable market.

Ka’iwi Shoreline Trail

The group walking on the roughly one mile sandy trail that leads to Makapu’u.

Wawamalu Bridge

Akira figuring out anyway to stay high, whether its elevated or medicinal. The bridge is named after the area that means shady valley in Hawaiian.

Ka’iwi Shoreline Trail

Approaching the lava rock formation known as Kapaliokamoa or Cliff of the Chicken. However, most people know it as Pele’s Chair.

Ka’iwi Shoreline Trail

The group nearing Ka’ili’ili Bay also commonly known as Alan Davis Beach after the man that founded Wawamalu Ranch in 1922. We could also see a solitary hiker perched on top of Pele’s Chair. Monkey see, monkey do.

Pele’s Chair

Climbing up to the vantage point where the other islands of Molokai, Maui and Lanai can be seen on a clear day.

Pele’s Chair

A man’s got to know his limitations.

Pele’s Chair

Does it look more like a chicken than a chair?

Pele’s Chair

It was getting crowded at the top as Agnes was the last to join us.

Pele’s Chair

Group photo at the top.

Pele’s Chair

What goes up, must come back down, with a little help from her friends.

Ka’iwi Shoreline Trail

Leaving the last seating of the volcanic goddess as we climbed our way up.

Ka’iwi Shoreline Trail

Some in the group straggling behind to catch the splendid views from the rugged coastline.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Joining the roughly one mile paved road filled with two legged and four legged hikers.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Somebody needs to get with the program.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Standing tall before falling down. Luckily, a dog was there to save Chico from himself.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Group photo at the lookout before some of us decided to touch the lighthouse up close and personal.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Some stayed and some dribbled down the cliff.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Going down the express way.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Agnes hopping off the rock.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Approaching the lighthouse that was built in 1909.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

What happened to the railings?

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie!

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Can you see the hiker for the tree?

Makapu’u Lighthouse

Group photo at the southeasternmost point of Oahu.

Makapu’u Cliffs

When you got to go, you got to go.

Makapu’u Cliffs

Passing the WW2 pillboxes on our way down to the lookout.

Makapu’u Cliffs

We went looking for whales but caught rainbows instead.

Makapu’u Cliffs

Karen showing us her climbing chops.

Makapu’u Cliffs

While some of us practiced our climbing down below, the rest took panoramic pictures topside.

Makapu’u Cliffs

Rainbow breath, better than bad breath.

Makapu’u Cliffs

Karen peering out from one of the well camouflaged pillboxes.

Makapu’u Lookout

Contributing to the collection of ahu (pile of stones) scattered throughout the area that was put up by passing parties as evidence that they had been here at the spot named after a Tahitian god that had eight bright eyes.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Walking on the narrow shoulder as we shared the common artery with bicyclists and motorists.

Sea Life Park

Dale standing near the entrance to the aquatic park that first opened in 1964.

Makapu’u Beach Park

We took a bathroom break and took in the nearby views of Manana (Rabbit) and Kaohikaipu Islands, both seabird sanctuaries.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Back on the road again.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Edgar pointed out the volcanic rock (pohaku) protruding out of the water is one of many heiaus (temples) around the island.

Makai Pier

Drone view of the pier built in the 1960s.

Makai Pier

I left the close quarter flying to the chopper pilot.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Back on the highway with views of the divided hill that are an erosional remnant from the Ko’olau Volcano.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Hello? We are political canvassing for the Republican Party. Can we come in and have a word? Hello?

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Akira smoking the cigarette from the pack of Crowns that Tessa had found on the side of the road. Can’t beat the real thing. High high.

Waimanalo Beach Park

Congratulations to Mari for completing the final segment of the perimeter walk around the entire island of Oahu.

All pau

Group photo at the end point. Much appreciation and thanks to all the friends that kept us company on the 14 walks and providing the logistical support for the drop offs and pick ups.

GPS Tracks

Our last perimeter walk covered roughly 6.35 miles that completed the 140 miles around the island. Post hike meal at Kalapawai Market where indoor seating was secured and a mix and match of deli food, 7-11 food and sidewalk food was enjoyed by the group.

Video by Edgar Gamiao of our final walk.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQzc6g0aRGw

Photos taken by Agnes Bryant, Akira Suzuki, Allison Banks, Chico Cantu, Dale Yoshizu, Edgar Gamaio, Ferlino Carinio, Jasmin Nepomuceno, Karen Bischoff, Mari Saito, Marilyn Bermudez, Monaliza Guillermo, 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.

Picking up where we left off from last week; met up with Aida, Art, Cinja, Lilyn, Marilyn, Quan and Tessa at the end of an East Oahu neighborhood. Photo by Art Young.

Sunrise

Early hikers get the view of the sun seemingly breaking the horizon plane. It’s actually the earth’s rotation. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Kamehame Road

I guess we came before visiting hours, but you wouldn’t know it by the amount of people walking up and down the road.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

It was our turn to take our group photo on this small plot of artificial grass with sweeping views of the Southern and Windward coastlines.

KSRT

Skirting the fenced compound so as not to awaken the neighbors. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

Trying to get the hang of flying my drone at the second hang gliding platform. Need more practice.

KSRT

Scrambling up a small hill. Thankfully not many hills on this section of the trail.

KSRT

Going down the hill with expansive views of Makai Pier, Sea Life Park and the islands of Manana (Rabbit) and Kaohika’ipu (Black Rock).

KSRT

Picking our way along the uneven rock studded ridge line. Photo by Art Young.

KSRT

Hiking on the edge of the cliff. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

Silhouetted hikers against the morning skies. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

KSRT

The trail soon worked itself away from the edge towards more solid footing. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

KSRT

Approaching the cluster of rocks which I like to call Hawaii’s Stonehenge. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Puka

Drone views.

Makapu’u Puka

Selfie views.

KSRT

It was a hop, skip and a jump to the next rock to climb.

Thinker

Top down views. Now which way do we climb down?

KSRT

Tessa finding her own views. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

KSRT

The group scrambling out of the saddle.

KSRT

Some of us took the high road and the others took the low road.

Puka Lite

Hanging loose in the hole. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

KSRT

The correct way of taking a scenic picture. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

KSRT

The incorrect way. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

KSRT

We saw a rather large group of hikers headed towards us but they took the contour trail to avoid meeting us. Social distancing.

KSRT

3. 3. 3. Someone obviously had no idea of the concept of a countdown.

KSRT

Going down the rocky, downhill climb. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kalaniana’ole Highway

Looking both ways before crossing to avoid becoming roadkill. The most dangerous part of the hike.

Makapu’u Point

Aida scrambling up the rocks. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

What happened to my belayer? Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

The rest of the group were monopolizing the climbing crag with photo shoots.

Makapu’u Point

I found my own piece of rock to stand on. Somebody take my picture. Photo by Art Young.

Makapu’u Point

We crested to the top of the ridge and took a break to enjoy the hang gliders circling around the area. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

Approaching the crowded lookout.

Makapu’u Point

Bypassing the crowds to enjoy our own lookout. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

What happened to my spotter? Photo by Art Young.

Makapu’u Point

Spotting duties. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Makapu’u Point

Going down the less traveled trail to the lighthouse. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Makapu’u Point

Climbing down to the notch that was blasted out of the lava rocks to build the lighthouse. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Makapu’u Lighthouse

Celebrating our completions of the Ko’olau Summit Trail (KST). #4 for Tessa and #12 for myself.

Makapu’u Lighthouse

Some of us could reach higher than the others.

Makapu’u Point

Following the arrow like lemmings off a seaside cliff. Literally.

Whale Watching

All hiking was temporarily suspended to watch the gentle giants slapping the waters with their tails. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

The group climbing down to find the “official” end of the KST.

Makapu’u Point

Will the real KST finisher please stand up?

Makapu’u Point

Who’s coming down with me? Crickets. Only two of them followed me down. Photo by Art Young.

Makapu’u Point

Art climbing down the side of the crumbly rocks to the narrow ledge below him.

Makapu’u Point

Testing the rocks as we made our way down. Photo by Art Young.

Makapu’u Point

Somebody wanted to call it. I turned up my ELO music.

Makapu’u Point

Forward progress was stalled by a steep cliff, so we contoured to our right. Photo by Art Young.

Makapu’u Point

Sliding down the crumbly rocks.

Makapu’u Point

Art climbing his way down. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

The rest of the group watching our progress from the safety of the lighthouse. I’m pretty sure some of my crickets wanted to be topside as well. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Makapu’u Point

Checking to make sure we could climb back up after each down climb.

Makapu’u Point

Art stretching his glutes on his way down to the stack of rocks. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

We could smell the ocean. We were that close. So close, yet so far. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

The buck stops here. Or at least this hiker does. Photo by Art Young.

Makapu’u Point

Lilyn watching my progress from a safe distance.

Makapu’u Point

End of the cliff for us. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

We retreated back on the trail and found the most suitable flat spot to take our group photo.

Makapu’u Point

Lilyn scrambling back up to the narrow ledge. Photo by Art Young.

Makapu’u Point

Making our way back up the ridge. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

It was a lot easier climbing our way back up. Photo by Art Young.

Makapu’u Point

Lilyn pulling herself up.

Makapu’u Point

Climbing up the slabs of rocks. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

Art coming up the ridge line. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

Almost there. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Point

Climbing our way back to the lighthouse. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Makapu’u Lighthouse

Aerial views of the 35′ concrete tower that holds the largest hyperradiant lens in the country. The lighthouse sits 395′ above the water serving as a navigational aid to ships that ply the nearby Hawaiian waters.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Watching out for falling rocks on our way out. Photo by Art Young.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Walking down the hot, paved road that were teeming with hikers.

All pau

Champagne ceremony. I think I prefer to be on the giving end rather than on the receiving end. Thanks to Quan and Lilyn for shuttling us back to our cars.

GPS Tracks

Our short day covered a little over five miles where we almost touched the waters of the Pacific Ocean, but content in our adventure and accomplishments. Fun day with a great group of friends. Post hike meal at Island Brew Coffeehouse which did not sit well with some of us, so we went to Uncle Clay’s to fill up our tummies.

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.

They said one of the ways to celebrate Veterans Day is to get outdoors with a veteran. So I rounded up a couple of my friends to polish off a small chunk of the KST.

Kamehame Drive

Met up with Aida, Angela, Art, Lilyn, Quan and Sally at the end of the road with million dollar views. There was a lot of two way traffic on this popular “hike” that was teeming with local residents and hikers alike.

Kamehame Drive

Leaving the road for the mountains.

Trail

Going up the steps with valley views behind us. Photo by Art Young.

Hang Gliding Platform

Hanging out and not hang gliding out.

Ko’olau Summit Ridge Trail (KSRT)

Sally kicking it in the mountains.

South Pole

The temperature must be dropping as somebody assumed the fetal position.

KSRT

It soon rained on our parade.

Reflection, refraction and dispersion

Rainbows followed the rain. No sign of any purple dinosaur.

Hang gliding platform

Lilyn still looking for that hang gliding ride. Photo by Aida Gordon.

KSRT

What goes up … Photo by Aida Gordon.

KSRT

… must come down.

KSRT

Scooting and scrambling down the rocky terrain. Photo by Aida Gordon.

KSRT

Dropping down to the hole in the mountains. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Puka

Cartwheeling, lounging and standing around.

Makapu’u Puka

Group photo top row, left to right: Lilyn and Angela. Bottom row, left to right: Aida, Sally, myself, Art and Quan.

Hawaii Stonehenge

Climbing up rocks, the easy and hard way.

KSRT

Going up another hill. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Makapu’u Puka Jr.

Peeking through another small hole on the way up.

KSRT

Looking back as the rest of the group makes their way up. Photo by Quan Haberstroh.

KSRT

Scenic photo shoots.

KSRT

The shadow kicking somebody in the butt. More hiking, less photo taking. Photo by Quan Haberstroh.

KSRT

Following the rugged coastline as we made our way on the trail. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

KSRT

Panoramic view of Makai Pier, Manana Island, Kaohikaipu and Sea Life Park. Photo by Aida Gordon.

KSRT

Stretching before my short jump. Missed it by that much.

KSRT

Aida making her way along the rocky edge of the cliff.

KSRT

The group making their way down towards the large and flat area for more photo shoots. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Stupid Human Tricks

Gender segregated butt squeezing, kung fu fighting and leaping over a supine hiker.

KSRT

Sally bending with the fence as we made our way down and crossed the highway where we lost Quan who had to go in for work.

Hands Ten

Art climbing up the cliff side of the lookout.

KSRT

Sally perched on top of the rock climbing crag looking out towards the buoyant island that was staying above the waterline. Photo by Aida Gordon.

KSRT

Angela and Sally stayed at the top while the rest of us made our way down to the lighthouse.

KSRT

Making our way down to the lighthouse that serves as an important navigation aid to the maritime commerce plying the waters around Hawaii. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Makapu’u Lighthouse

Walking down the steps to the lighthouse that was constructed in 1909. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Makapu’u Lighthouse

Individual and group photos at the lighthouse that is home to the largest lens in the country that measures 12′ high and 8′ wide.

Makapu’u Lighthouse

Contouring around the manmade obstacle. Photo by Art Young.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

Looking back at the third highest lighthouse in the country that sits at an elevation of 420′. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail

The girls decided to take the lower trail, while we elected to take the higher trail.

All pau

Walking out the two mile paved road and back to our cars. Photo by Aida Gordon.

GPS Tracks

Our short hike covered 5.3 miles with fun friends. Post hike meal at Happy Days where Quan rejoined us for lunch. Tip: Don’t have a bunch of public school graduates try to figure out the collective bill, you might be there until closing.

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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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

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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.

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The girls passing a small meadow on their way up.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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

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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.

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Climbing our way out of hell.

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

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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.

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

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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Views of Kahana Valley.

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Views of a dirty hiker. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Crossing the well-trodden landslide.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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

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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.

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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!

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

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

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

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

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

Boot Junction

Kicking it up.

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

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Climbing down the ravine that spills out into a waterfall.

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Mud. Our constant cloying companion on the Northern KST.

KST Junction

Going down the rabbit hole. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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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.

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Back on the trail.

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When the overgrowth almost swallows you on the trail.

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

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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?

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

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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.

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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.

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Walking on the uluhe carpeted trail.

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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.

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Crossing the bowl shaped depression to regain the ridge line.

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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.

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

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

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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

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Looking at the windmills pinwheeling in the distance.

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Halfway there! Time for lunch. Photo by Tessa Bugay

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You want some of mama’s saimin?

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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.

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Breaking out into the much needed fresh air.

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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.

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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.

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Met up with Jasmin, Rebecca and Thessa at the Makapu’u Lookout to start our tidepool hike. We also bumped into the Oahu Hikers Group that was crossing the highway to hike to the Tom-Tom trail. Small island. Photo by Thessa Bugay.

Stay in the shade

We scrambled up the rocks to beat the sun breaking over the mountains. It was a hot day with no trade winds.

Charlie’s Angels?

I was the odd man out in the group. Literally.

Leaving the lookout

After making it to the top and passing the string of WW2 bunkers, we made our way down to the lighthouse lookout.

Headed down to the lighthouse

Going down the fun and scenic route. This is not the tourist trail.

Makapu’u Lighthouse

Group photo left to right: Rebecca, myself, Jasmin and Thessa.

A ridge too far

Contemplated going all the way down the crumbly ridge to the ocean, the termination of the Eastern Ko’olaus. Another hike for another day.

Going back up

Going back up to the lighthouse.

Hitchhiker

A gray, mottled and luminous ladybug was found on my shirt.

Makapu’u Lighthouse trail

We followed the white picketed fence out to connect back to the main trail.

Bathroom break

Looks can be deceiving.

Down to the tidepools

We turned down at the whale watching sign to begin our descent towards the rocky ocean coastline.

Dragon’s Nostrils

A much better show than the Halona blowhole, as you get two for the price of one. Just don’t straddle them.

Crashing waves

Don’t get too close or turn your back towards the ocean.

Coastal hiking

After the show was over, we followed the rocky coastline out.

Bird cave

Disturbed two pigeons in the cave. That would explain the heavy abundance of guano on the ground. Treaded carefully.

Looking out

The cave provided a short relief from the blazing sun.

Hug the rocks

The waves were churning and splashing, so most of us decided to stay away from the shoreline as much as possible.

Out of harm’s way

Leaving behind all the folks lazily lounging in the mermaid pools. Tempting. No swim shorts. Time to move on.

Stay dry…

Some of us climbed up that rock.

…or get wet

Jasmin decided to roll up her pants and wade in the tidepool. Anything to get wet.

Go high or low

We came across two locals that had no shade or water. When asked how long more it was to the lighthouse trail, they wisely gave up and turned around.

Honeycombed rocks

Interesting rock formations along the coastline.

Pele’s chair

Last time I was in this area, saw a monk seal sunbathing. No such luck today.

The trail out

Time to head back to our cars and get out of this heat.

GPS Tracks

The short and hot hike covered 3.38 miles on mostly rocky footing. Post hike meal at Teddy’s Burgers. They aren’t that much bigger.

Still stuck on baby hikes. Thanks to my ribs. Parked at the Makapu’u lookout, where Mari started her hike on the lighthouse trail and I started from the lookout. We would meet at the top.

Makapuu Lookout

Leaving the lookout behind, as I made my way up near the sea cliffs.

Kikaida bunker

One of many bunkers left over from WW2.

Panoramic view

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No rock climbers?

Approaching the Makapu’u crag, which has about 10 routes going up. Take your pick.

On belay?

Looking out towards Manana island, a restricted seabird sanctuary.

Bunker hill

A complex of three bunkers commands the high ground.

Lighthouse lookout

Making my way down to the lookout overlooking the lighthouse.

Love locks

Skirted around the lookout to start my climb down to the lighthouse. Good samaritans have cut off most of the love locks that were placed on the lookout fence. Two that missed the bolt cutters.

Makapuu ridge

The fun way going to the lighthouse.

Makapu’u Point

The easternmost point on the island. This point is actually the end of the Eastern Ko’olaus.

Bulging eye

Property of the US Coast Guard.

The lighthouse trail

The other trail to get to the lighthouse.

Lighthouse lookout

A drone was lazily buzzing overhead as I climbed back up.

He works there

That’s what a mother was telling her kid when they spotted me coming back up the ridge.

Lookout view

Mari and myself at the lookout.

Whale watching season

No humpback whales spotted.

Panoramic view

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Going back down

The long boring road back down.

GPS Tracks

The short and sweet morning hike around the Makapu’u Point area covered 2.55 miles. Post hike meal at Sweet E Café. My wife loves their stuffed French toast. Just don’t love the long wait.

This was my fourth hike with the Hawaiian Trail and Mountain Club, and my first as a member. Good thing, as this hike was only open to members. We all met at the club’s house in Waimanalo and carpooled to the Makapu’u lookout. We crossed the road and gradually made our way up the rocky slope, basically following the fenceline. If you follow the ridgeline, you can’t go wrong or get lost.

Sea Life Park

We quickly gained elevation at 700+ feet and was looking down at Sea Life Park and the waves crashing down on Makapu’u Beach from a bird’s eye view.

Makapu'u Point

We soon left Makapu’u point and it’s lighthouse in the distance.

Kaulanaaka'iole Puka

At this hilltop of around 900 feet, we came across this puka in the rocks which can be seen from down below. Legend has it that the archer, Pikoiaka’alala, spotted a rat where this puka is and killed it with his arrow. That is why this place is called Kaulanaaka’iole or the “resting place of the rat.”

Hang Glider Launch Pad

After climbing another 1,200+ hill, we descended to a flat area that has some former Kamehameha School buildings and this launch pad that is used by hang gliders and para gliders.

Waimanalo coastline

After passing an abandoned Nike missile site, we regained the ridgeline and descended down the ridge which became somewhat steep for about 100 feet or so, but is quite manageable as there is also a rope to help you out. As I was walking down towards the saddle, I tripped on a root and banged my head on a rock. Luckily, I didn’t fall off the ridge, just lost a little blood.

Makapu'u Ridge

After figuring out that the cut wasn’t that serious, I resumed climbing up the ridge to the clump of Ironwood trees where everyone else was hanging out and eating their lunch.

Lunch Spot

Luckily, there was a kind nurse with a handy first aid kit in the hiking group, who cleaned up my cut. No stitches needed.

Koolau Summit Trail

After resting a bit, we eventually left the nice and cool shady tree covered spot and made our way down towards the Kamiloiki ridge, where it dropped to a saddle and then to the powerlines, in the middle of the photo, which marks the start of the TomTom trail.

TomTom Trail

The TomTom trail was named after Tom McGuire and Tom Cadle that “discovered” this old trail used by Hawaiian runners in the past. The trail descends somewhat steeply towards the town of Waimanalo where we popped out into a neighborhood inhabited by a lot of large and hopefully not loose dogs. We walked the rest of the way back to the clubhouse. The hike took approximately four hours and was moderate in difficulty.

I met up again with the Hawaiian Trail and Mountain Club at the Makapu’u Point or Ka Iwi State Scenic Shoreline parking lot. The lot fills up real fast, as late comers ended up parking on the outside road. After a quick introduction, we started on the the paved trail that goes up to Makapu’u Point and shortly after the entrance, we struck off onto a dirt trail that lead us to the rocky coast.

Pele's Chair

We stopped at this natural lava rock formation known as Pele’s Chair, for obvious reasons. Legend has it that this was the last place Pele, a Hawaiian goddess of fire, lighting, dance and volcanoes, was on Oahu before she left to find her home on the Big Island. Climbing down towards the coastline, we spotted a monk seal sunbathing on the rocks, perfectly camouflaged unless you looked and squinted real hard.

Tide pools

The Makapu’u coastline is dotted with numerous tide pools teeming with marine life. Expect to get your feet wet. Or you can be like these hikers and contour these rocks to get around the tide pools. Just don’t slip, otherwise you may get more than your feet wet.

Splish Splash

Besides getting wet, we had to watch and time the ocean waves that were crashing onto the shoreline, when crossing parts of the Makapu’u coast. Some of these waves looked like they could wash you out to sea, if you’re not careful.

Cave

We all took a break at this cave and ventured inside to take a look see. One hiker took a photograph with his digital camera and claimed to have captured a spirt or orb. There was also a small opening at the end of the cave that seemd to go somewhere. Nobody volunteered to find out.

The Moon?

After the cave, we made our way down this particularly rocky and hilly part, that if you didn’t watch your step, you could take a tumble.

Dragon's Nostrils

Most of us took our lunch next to these spectacular twin blowholes known as the “Dragon’s Nostrils.” It put on a much better show than the Halona Blowhole.

Uphill

After enjoying our lunch and nature’s show, we hiked up the mountain to the top of Makapu’u Point. I mistakenly contoured more to the right and ended up taking the steeper trail up, while the smarter ones took the less steep trail to the left.

Makapu'u Lighthouse

This is the view from the top of the mountain where you can see the Makapu’u Lighthouse which was first illuminated in 1909 and completely automated in 1974. The lighthouse boasts the largest hyperradiant lens at 12′ high in the country. I heard some hikers have actually made it to the lighthouse, but the trail is blocked by a locked gate. I’m sure where there is a will, there is a way.

Manana Island

We made our way down from the top back towards the parking lot. Here we had a better view of Manana Island or Rabbit Island, which was once home to rabbits, but now is a seabird sanctuary.

Makapu'u Crag

Hiking down, we passed the Makapu’u crag, where folks come to practice rock climbing and rapelling.

Makapu'u Beach

Coming down we had a nice view of Makapu’u Beach and Waimanalo. The entire hike took about four hours and was a nice scenic stroll along the coastline.