Tessa came out of her self-imposed semi-retirement to see her significant other complete the Waianae Summit Trail today.

Waianae Valley

Mahalo to Lilia and Kenny for dropping us off in the remote valley that was once home to taro, cattle and sugarcane. Now it’s home to the occasional chronic, abandoned cars and stray dogs.

Waianae Kaala Road

I guess we follow the arrow for the group photo and the hiking trail.

Waianae Kaala Road

Walking this road will never grow on me.

Waianae Kaala Trail

Some use pens. Others use stickers.

Waianae Kaala Trail

Crossing the dry streambed into the valley.

Waianae Kaala Trail

Taking a standing break after the short cardio climb up the hill.

Waianae Kaala Trail

Bolohead meets bolohead.

Waianae Kaala Trail

West side is the best side. Except when chronics come calling. Kenny was getting alerts from his Tesla indicating that his car was getting some unwanted advances from a nearby chronic.

Waianae Kaala Trail

No rope. No hope. Don’t be a dope.

Waianae Kaala Trail

Kenny soaking in the realization that this was the highest he has climbed to date. Only 800′ more feet to go!

Waianae Kaala Trail

Props to the peeps that carried power tools and composite steps to attach them to this boulder. While not absolutely necessary, it does make the climb easier.

Mount Ka’ala

Kuli at the entrance to the 1,100 acres of ecosystems that harbors multiple native plants and animals.

Mount Ka’ala

Group photo on part of the boardwalk that extends roughly 3/4 mile through the Ka’ala bog. We parted ways with Kenny who went on to terminate at the end of trail sign.

Mount Ka’ala

Kenny bumped into @blaquekangaroo on his way to the summit, a social media influencer on IG.

Mount Ka’ala

Picking our way through the faint and flagged trail.

Mount Ka’ala

Sole sucking mud seemingly waited for us at every turn on the path. Just ask Akira, who had to go fishing for Tessa’s shoe.

Mount Ka’ala

Man down!

Mount Ka’ala

Working our way through the moss encrusted stunted plant life.

Mount Ka’ala

Contact with the fence line that soon lead us off the highest point on the island.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

Breaking out briefly on the ridge line that afforded expansive views of the Waianae Mountain Range and points beyond.

WST

You never let go of the ropes. Wise advice. Especially from somebody that just broke a tree branch as he was descending down the moss slicked boulders. This gave somebody else second thoughts but luckily it was just a fleeting one at that.

WST

Last one down.

WST

Helping hand at the leap of faith.

WST

Taking the direct route instead of the contour trail. Occam’s razor.

WST

The weight of the world was on Akira’s shoulders. Or at least a small piece of Waianae.

WST

The grass smells better on the other side of the fence line.

WST

Fence line keeping hikers away from the eroded sections.

WST

Plunging and pushing through the dense and insufferable uluhe fern overgrowth.

Hobbs Junction

Tessa is either trying to form the letter “H” or has the onset of arthritis in her hands.

WST

Following the fence line as it struggled to stay with the uneven ridge line.

WST

Crossing and climbing through a gap in the fence line.

WST

Tessa about to drop off the side of the cliff with the help of a rather faded and long in the tooth webbing.

WST

Chico picked up a traveling companion. These invasive critters that hailed from Kenya were released into the wild in 1972 and are responsible for the extinction or near extinction of many native species.

Pu’u Kalena

Taking lunch at what Hawaiian legend said was the nipple of a pregnant woman giving birth to the ocean. Mount Ka’ala was her pregnant stomach.

Pu’u Kalena

Group photo at the 3,504′ peak.

WST

Making our way down through the suffocating overgrowth as we followed the ubiquitous fence line.

WST

Climbing through the partially denuded section as we picked up elevation again on our climb back up.

Star Trek Junction

The group flashing the Vulcan salute made famous by Leonard Nimoy in the popular science fiction franchise show.

WST

Some took the hard way, while others took the easier way.

WST

Looking to our right, we were treated to views of sexxxy ridge and pu’u ka’ilio, both short and “punchy” hikes.

WST

Six o’clock views of the second highest mountain on the island.

WST

Chico descending towards the start of the narrow dike section. Not to be confused with intrusive igneous rock formations that identify with the rainbow coalition.

WST

Akira and Scott maintaining their sense of balance which was helped by the absence of stiff winds.

WST

Somebody was taking a break from crawling.

WST

Tessa bringing up the rear.

Pu’u Kumakalii

A familiar face greeted us at the 2,881′ peak.

WST

When do we get to the sketchy part? Is this it?

WST

Coming down the mountain. Yes we are.

WST

Akira scrambling his way down.

WST

The rest of the group climbing down the narrow dike.

WST

It looked like the mountains were letting off some steam today.

WST

We peeled off the ridge line and hiked down the valley towards the lowest point in the Waianae Mountain Range, where we also met up with Kenny again. A couple of folks in the group went off “exploring” and one had to be pulled from the edge of a cliff. Just another day at the office.

WST

Is Chico horizontally rappelling with his scuttlebutt?

WST

We walked through the valley of the shadow of UXO.

Kolekole Pass

#26 – No drinking the bubbly this time! Congratulations Akira-san on finishing the last section to complete the entire 26 miles of the Waianae Summit Trail.

All pau

Final group photo of the day, left to right: Scott, Jeremy, myself, Tessa, Chico, Akira, Kenny and CB. Thanks to CB and Kenny for shuttling us back to our cars.

GPS Tracks

Our completion hike covered a distance of 7.06 miles that saw us summit the two highest peaks on the island before ending at the lowest point in the Waianae Mountain Range, from the highest to the lowest. Congratulations again to Akira for finishing the WST. We were joined by Cat and Edgar for our post hike meal at Zippy’s.

Photos taken by Akira Suzuki, Chico Cantu, Chris Bautista, Jeremy Cannone, Kenny Lui, Scott Peterson, 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.

It was that time to connect the shortcut and hope it doesn’t turn out to be another long day.

Kolekole Pass

100% ID check. Thanks to Edgar for dropping us off at the lowest point in the Waianae Mountain Range.

Kolekole Pass

Going up the wooden steps.

Kolekole Pass

Who wants to be on the chopping block?

Kolekole Pass

We have our first victim, I mean volunteer.

Kolekole Pass

This must be the way.

Kolekole Pass

Our first group photo of the day in the meadow and certainly not our last.

Hapapa Trail

Why take the contour when you can take the middleman out of the picture and go straight up?

Hapapa Trail

Enjoying the morning view. Just needed a cup of coffee.

Hapapa Trail

Hello from the other side.

Hapapa Trail

Scrambling out of the notch.

Hapapa Trail

Looking back at the group on the second notch.

Hapapa Trail

Slowly gaining elevation as we hiked up the ridge.

Hapapa Trail

The sunbeams were trying to fight the clouds and the clouds were winning.

Hapapa Trail

Following the fence line to the top.

Hapapa Trail

Passing through the tent shelter.

Pu’u Hapapa

In the clouds at the 2,883′ summit.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

Traversing the fenced ridge line with far reaching views of the largest coastal valley on the island. Crossing unstable fences can lead to involuntary castration. Jockstrap optional.

WST

Looking back at the red and white striped twin guy masts that stand over 1,500′ tall and were built in 1972.

WST

Craning my neck upwards to get a better perspective of the spire rock.

WST

Thomas traversing over one of the elevated rock dikes on the trail.

Pu’u Kanehoa

Breakfast club at the 2,778′ knob.

WST

Headed into one of many small clumps of trees on the ridge line.

WST

CJ approaching the Christmas tree.

Gorilla Heads

Going up the smaller of the rock formations and the one that closely resembles its name.

Gorilla Heads

Climbing up the rock formation whose bark is worse than its bite.

Gorilla Heads

Thomas would agree.

Gorilla Heads

Can you see the gorilla for the mountains? I’m not talking about Aileen.

Gorilla Heads

Swinging over the backside.

Gorilla Heads

It helps to have long legs.

Gorilla Heads

Scooting our way down.

Gorilla Heads

You put your left foot out. You put your left foot in. And you climb it down. You do the Hokey Pokey. And you turn yourself around. That’s what it’s all about.

Gorilla Heads

CJ scrambling out of the simian shaped rocks.

WST

Thomas caught between a hard rock and a wobbly fence.

WST

Somebody sprained their ankle around here. Nothing that a little duct tape can’t fix.

WST

We don’t need no stinking webbing.

WST

Group photo on the slanted rocks.

WST

Pushing our way through the insufferable overgrowth.

Pu’u Kaua

Lunch at the the 3,127′ grassy area that is the third highest peak on the island.

WST

Climbing our way down through the insufferable overgrowth. Deja vu.

WST

Breaking out into the relatively open ridge line that was dotted with barrels and jugs of non-potable water.

WST

All smiles as we left the fence behind us.

WST

Traversing the ridge line that is dominated by these wind swept trees.

WST

Passing through the split rocks.

WST

Checking out my built-in ventilation.

WST

Just follow the rope on the way down. Easy peasy.

WST

Aileen climbing her way down the rock.

WST

Some went high …

WST

… others went low.

Pohakea Pass

Looking over at the crumbly cliff that has been tamed with questionable webbing.

WST

Contouring off the ridge line.

WST

Just here for the views and the photos.

WST

Sliding our way down through the narrow crack.

WST

All the dots are connected. All is right in the world of hiking.

Pohakea Pass Trail

Leaving the ridge line to head down into the valley.

Pohakea Pass Trail

Missed me by that much.

Pohakea Pass Trail

We soon joined up at the junction where we had come up from the mosquito infested valley back in April.

Pohakea Pass Trail

Knock! Knock! Who’s there? Hike. Hike who?

Pohakea Pass Trail

The trail going down seemed wide open at first and then it just disappeared into head high itchy grass, rocky under footing and scattered blowdowns.

Pohakea Pass Trail

We finally emerged from the overgrowth to the jeep road that was literally two steps away from the route we had taken up to the ridge line in April.

All pau

Thanks to Doug for picking us up at the end of the road. Small world.

GPS Tracks

Our scenic stretch of the Waianae Mountain Range covered less than six miles with a great group. Post hike meal criteria was that the place served the daily dietary staple of the people of ancient Mesopotamia. Chili’s fit the bill.

Photos taken by Aileen Agustin, CJ Mendiola, Thomas Barrett, and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.

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

Met up with Aida, Art, Colt, Jen, Lilyn, Mauricio, Quan, Sofiya, and Tessa at Schofield Barracks to do an inclusive birthday hike. Scratch that due to ID problems. To keep the inclusivity, we collectively drove towards Plan B which was actually Plan A originally. Full circle.

Kaena Point Trail

We secured all our worldly possessions after a friendly cop told us to keep everything out of sight in our cars.

Kaena Point Trail

Walking on the isle of abundance side of the island. Surface waves pounded the shore as the energy in them dissipated into the foamy surf.

Manini Pali

Leaving the rutted jeep road for the trail that would take us up into the mountains.

Manini Pali

Mauricio in a field of plants that looked oddly familiar. Just can’t place my finger on it.

Manini Pali

Going up on a river of rocks.

Manini Pali

We cut out some of the switchbacks and just climbed straight up the steep cliffs.

Manini Pali

Watching the rest of the group make their way up.

Manini Pali

Not all those that wander are lost. Not all those that hike need ropes as well.

Manini Pali

Aida and Quan working their way up through the koa haole trees and dry grass. Just glad there were no kiawe trees around here.

Manini Pali

The couple that sweats together, stays together.

Manini Pali

Somebody needed immediate medical attention as a rock had landed on her head. Just wipe the blood off and good as new.

Manini Pali

Somebody else was eyeing for attention as well.

Manini Pali

Group photo on the pile of rocks.

Manini Pali

Sofiya reaching out for her next handhold on the less traveled route.

Manini Pali

The rest of the group stuck to the more familiar safe ground, so to speak.

Manini Pali

Art resisting the temptation to spread his wings.

Manini Pali

Teamwork in the mountains.

Manini Pali

Sofiya checking her facebook status.

Manini Pali

Checking out the mountain and coastline views from our rocky perch at roughly 850′.

Manini Pali

Tessa looking towards the town of Haleiwa and points North.

Manini Pali

Running across one of many cow patties that we saw on the “trail.” No magic mike or mushrooms spotted.

Waianae Mountain Range

Traversing the top of the mountain that serves as home to grazing cows and the US Space Force.

Waianae Mountain Range

How many clowns, I mean hikers can fit into this small cave? Nine with a lot of contorting and pushing and squeezing.

Waianae Mountain Range

Now, somebody just needs to play the music composed by Julius Fucik – Entry of the Gladiators.

Waianae Mountain Range

Brownie and Macaroons for the birthday girl. Overindulgence at its finest.

Waianae Mountain Range

Group photo at the last known sighting of the puka.

Waianae Mountain Range

Hey look, we can go down this way! Has anybody been down this way before? Crickets.

I’ve been here before gulch

The group checking which “path” to follow down.

I’ve been here before gulch

This is the direction that we need to be hiking to get down. This way!

I’ve been here before gulch

So much for that theory of lemmings following each other to certain doom as the group went their own separate way. Urban legend.

I’ve been here before gulch

Climbed up this crumbly pile of rocks to watch the group make their way down.

I’ve been here before gulch

Joined back up with the group as we hiked our way down the grassy and rocky gulch.

I’ve been here before gulch

Taking a break on the rock ledge as we waited for the rest of the group to catch up.

I’ve been here before gulch

Somebody was flexing in the mountains.

I’ve been here before gulch

Hugging the cliffs to avoid the drop in the middle.

I’ve been here before gulch

Scrambling our way down with the loose rocks underfoot.

I’ve been here before gulch

Looking back at the “slot canyon.”

I’ve been here before gulch

Colt trying out for American Ninja Warrior as we followed the dry streambed back to the jeep road.

All pau

Making our way back to the parking lot as we tried to beat the afternoon sun. In closing, a certain IG botanist recalled that the gulch did look familiar on our way out. I guess we didn’t refer to his IG page to get the skinny.

GPS Tracks

Our short birthday scramble up and down the mountain covered roughly 4.5 miles that was cut short due to us taking an unplanned exit route instead of the original way out that appealed to certain authority averse individuals. Fun hike with new and old faces.

Jerry’s Pizza

We finished by lunchtime, so we ate at the nearest food establishment that served us up pizzas, pasta, wings and a burger. Hold the bun and all the fixings. Drizzled with butter.

Paalaa Kai Bakery

Somebody was badly feeding their white powder fix in the parking lot. I don’t know this person.

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Art Young, Colt Correa, Jen Odence, Lilyn Avendano, Mauricio, Quan Haberstroh, Sofiya Spencer, 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.

I decided to do another long haul hike back to back from coming off my camping weekend. I don’t want to get fat and lazy. Well maybe just fat. Thanks to Tessa for dropping Chris, Jen and myself off deep into Waianae Valley where the feral dogs still roam at will.

Waianae Valley

They must refresh the painting on the road every now and then. The message is always the same, but the delivery is slightly different.

Waianae Valley

Walking up the service road, our olfactory senses were dusted with a rustic mixture of smoke and shit.

Waianae-Kaala Trail

Going down the trail to cross the dry streambed and making our way through the lowland forest.

Three Poles

Jen pulling herself up to the ridge line.

Waianae-Kaala Trail

Climbing over the first boulder section with Kamaileunu and Ohikilolo ridges in the background.

Waianae-Kaala Trail

Jen going up the ladder on the second boulder section.

Waianae-Kaala Trail

Working for that elevation gain.

Mount Ka’ala

Walking through the native cloud forest, that was once home to a freshwater pond full of mullet and other fish.

Mount Ka’ala

The end of the roughly 3/4 mile walk through the stunted ohia forest that harbors endemic fauna and flora found nowhere else.

Mount Ka’ala

Skirting the radar tracking station that is operated by the HANG 169th ADS, to check out the mountain and coastal sights.

Mount Ka’ala

Group photo at the relatively new sign proclaiming the elevation at 4,026′, the highest peak on the island. Smoke from recent brush fires gave the surrounding skies a hazy veneer.

Ka’ala Road

Walking down the road that only a truck could love.

Ka’ala Road

Road reflections.

Ka’ala Road

The saving grace to the unyielding road was the postcard views that decorated the way down.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

We soon left the road and followed the fence line as it sliced an uneven corridor through the clawing and cloying uluhe ferns whose pollen was aggravatingly annoying.

Three Corners

Group photo with Makaha and Makua Valleys behind us. I don’t have an Insta360 camera.

WST

Following the fence line as it went up and down the highs and the lows on the ridge line.

Mokuleia Bench

Approaching the overlook where we ran across a couple on their way to Three Corners, perhaps they had an Insta360 camera and another individual who preferred to remain benched and came back for his hydroflask of … hot coffee on this hot day?

WST

Chris at the exposed ledge with the strikingly clear flat top mountain of Ka’ala and the fluted ridges that circled Makua Valley in the background.

WST

Switch backing our way down the hill that were festooned with blue flags and tinkling metal tags that marked endemic plantings?

WST

Jen snacking on the invasive strawberry guava plants that were sprinkled throughout the area.

WST

Thanks to Chris who brought us a bag of mountain apples or what I call nature’s hydroflask.

WST

Looking into the valley where ancient Hawaiians believed man was first created. Now the same man can’t step foot into this deceptively looking valley strewn with unexploded munitions dating back to WW2. The lease runs out in 2029, let’s see if the US military will give the land back to its rightful owners.

WST

Meeting up with the jeep road where we ran into several trucks making their way to Peacock Flats. No sparkling water was handed out.

WST

Leaving the jeep road for the fence line. One of the constants when hiking in Hawaii.

Kuaokala Trail

Following the fence line for the last time on the trail as it bordered the valley on one side and pine forests on the other side.

Kuaokala Trail

I heard rumors that Johnny Depp purchased this particular rock and re-named it the Amber Turd Rock. It just could be an urban legend.

Kuaokala Trail

Making our way to the pine tree forest, where we ran across another hiker who was seemingly picking flowers.

Kuaokala Trail

Our last pit stop as we took stock of our water and food supplies. Good to go.

Kuaokala Trail

Heading off the reservation.

Kaena Point

Are we on trail or off trail? Safe or not safe?

Kaena Point

Chris couldn’t decide whether to dribble or do a chip shot.

Kaena Point

Walking on the road that gives you ten minutes of self-induced anxiety.

Kaena Point

End of the road for us. Big sigh of relief.

Kaena Point

Going down the point that is believed to be the jumping off point for souls leaving this world for the next one.

Kaena Point

Jen making her way down the rocky ridge punctuated with multiple bunkers from WW2.

Kaena Point

Silhouetted against the sunset.

Kaena Point

Approaching the bottom of the ridge with sunlight to spare. We didn’t want no random encounters with the huaka’i po or night marchers.

All pau

Chris waiting for the green flash. Mahalo to Edgar for grabbing us at the bird sanctuary gate which saved us over two extra miles of walking. The dogs were barking loud and clear for some of us.

GPS Tracks

Our grinder of a hike covered 16.3 miles through the eroded remains of the shield volcano that is over 3 million years old. Post hike meal at the nearby beach where Cathy, Marilyn, Quan and Tessa joined and fed us with chicken papaya, summer salad and cold drinks. Much appreciated guys.

Photos taken by Chris Bautista, Jen Odence 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.

Chris, Ferlino and myself decided to traverse the entire Waianae Mountain Range this Veteran’s Day Weekend. From the other side.

Nanakuli Valley

Day 1

Thanks to Jasmin for dropping us in the kiawe infested valley.

Nanakuli Valley

The chilly morning was soon replaced by the heat and humidity of the valley as we made the short and stiff climb to gain the ridge line. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Nanakuli Ridge

Escaping the oppressive sauna box as we gained the ridge line. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Nanakuli Ridge

Standing out on the rocky ridge line. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Nanakuli Ridge

Looking back as the rising sun torched the top of Heleakala ridge. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Nanakuli Ridge

Climbing up the exposed ridge to gain the shade of the forested canopy at the top. Photo by Chris Bautista

Nanakuli Ridge

Looking back over into the largest coastal valley on the island that is also home to two of the tallest antenna towers in the Western hemisphere. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Nanakuli Ridge

Chris coming up the sweaty hill.

Palehua

Running across one of many military or government structures that dot the island.

Palehua

Ferlino making good use of his hiking poles on the paved road. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Palehua

What many call the “official” start or end of the Waianae Summit Trail.

Palehua

Chris rolling through the Indiana Jones boulders after passing Mauna Kapu which once had a heiau at the point. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Palehua

Ferlino overlooking the valley views. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Palehua

Going up the staircase after we passed an area rich in endemic fauna and flora. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Palikea

Group photo at the 3,098′ ti leaf summit.

Heleakala

Looking at the ridge that descends to the “Hawaiian Pyramid.” Photo by Chris Bautista.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

Awash in a sea of uluhe ferns, clawing and scratching us as we went down.

WST

Following the fenced ridge as we lost some of the elevation we had just gained.

WST

Treading softly on the mossy corridor. Photo by Chris Bautista.

WST

Getting ready to drop into the pass. Photo by Chris Bautista.

WST

Come on down and join the fun!

Pohakea Pass

Climbing down the 80′ cliff. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Pohakea Pass

Ferlino finally getting to climb the pass after so many missed attempts.

Pohakea Pass

Chris about to climb off the pass.

WST

Ferlino climbing up the crack.

WST

Back on the ridge line to have the sun shining down on our sweaty faces. Photo by Chris Bautista.

WST

We still had a little more rock climbing and scrambling ahead of us. Nothing to break a sweat over. Photo by Chris Bautista.

WST

Chris pulling himself up and around a rock blocking the ridge line.

WST

Nature’s rock climbing gym. Free. Just pay with your sweat and hopefully no blood.

WST

Putting distance between us and the imposing and intimidating pass. Photo by Chris Bautista.

WST

Climbing over the fence to continue our climb along the rocky ridge line.

Camp Kaua

We set up camp at the 3,127′ grassy summit.

Camp Kaua

Watching the sunset. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Camp Kaua

Good night from the third highest peak on the island.

Pu’u Kaua

Day 2

We broke down camp and welcomed the second day of our hike.

WST

Some people had to take the harder way instead of the contour. To each their own.

WST

Ferlino climbing his way down to the first obstacle. Sliding down works as well. Photo by Chris Bautista.

WST

Chris climbing down the rockface.

Gorilla Heads

Looking at the backside of the larger of the gorilla head obstacles. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Gorilla Heads

Ferlino climbing up and over the boulder.

Gorilla Heads

Going down the frontside of the crumbly rockface. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Gorilla Heads

Watching Chris and Ferlino making their way down.

Gorilla Heads

Chris the Redeemer and a photobomber on the smaller rockface. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

WST

O Tannenbaum. 42 days to be exact. Photo by Chris Bautista.

WST

Approaching the summit of Kanehoa.

WST

Scrambling over the rocky section after we left the 2,778′ summit.

Pu’u Hapapa

Group photo on the squared off pad with wrap around views of the island. I have it on good authority that the actual 2,883′ summit was more up the hill.

Pu’u Hapapa

Enjoying the coastal views below from the pallet runway. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Pu’u Hapapa

Taking shelter from the brutal afternoon sun where we took a short nap.

Hapapa Trail

We woke up refreshed and resumed our hike down the ubiquitous fence line.

Hapapa Trail

Going down the exposed and rocky ridge. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Hapapa Trail

Ferlino approaching the second notch.

Hapapa Trail

Panoramic views from the top of the notch. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Hapapa Trail

Descending down towards the larger notch.

Hapapa Trail

Looking back at the sheer cliff. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Hapapa Trail

Sliding our way down through the stand of paperbark trees. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Hapapa Trail

Ferlino checking out a possible camp site. It was rejected for not meeting milspecs.

Kolekole Pass

We set up camp at the lowest point in the Waiane Mountain Range. Thanks to Chris who met Mia down the road to pick up our doordash delivery from Popeye’s.

Kolekole Pass

Day 3

We broke down camp as a steady stream of hikers started to show up. Mahalo to CJ for bringing us unexpected breakfast and other goodies.

Kolekole Pass Rock

It’s hard to find a person to play the victim in a realistic manner.

Kolekole Pass

Who brought the metal detector? I guess we have to tread softly.

Kalena Trail

Going up the stiff and eroded climb as the sun broke over the mountains behind us.

Kalena Trail

A military geocache that has seen better days. Time for a new ammo can. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kalena Trail

Hiking on the ridge line with the hazy mountains behind us. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Kalena Trail

Scrambling up the narrow rock dike. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Kalena Trail

Clear views of both of our destinations – Kalena and Ka’ala, the two highest peaks on the island. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Kalena Trail

Enjoying the morning mountain views. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Kalena Trail

Chris traversing another narrow dike on the trail. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kalena Trail

Ferlino passing sexxxy ridge as he followed the fence line. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Star Trek

Live long and prosper. Man down. The search for more cardio. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Kalena Trail

Hiking up the final and steep climb to the 3,504′ summit. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Pu’u Kalena

Group photo at the second highest peak on the island.

Pu’u Kalena

Chris enjoying the shade from the sun on the moss carpeted ohia tree.

WST

We ran into two other hikers, Takashi and Susy, coming from the other direction.

WST

Chris and Ferlino contouring up the ridge line.

WST

Climbing in and out of the split fence line.

Hobbs

Resting before the final leg to the highest peak on the island.

WST

Pushing through the thick and thorny overgrowth. Punctures for days.

WST

Somebody didn’t let the weight of the hike crush his spirit.

WST

I didn’t know this swing determines if you are a goat or monkey. Photo by Chris Bautista.

WST

Going up the steep and moss slicked boulders.

WST

Pulling myself up. It was rather taxing I must admit. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Ka’ala Bog

Wandering through the misty rainforest home to endemic fauna and flora.

Ka’ala Bog

Meeting up with the boardwalk. We have no dogs. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Ka’ala Bog

Ferlino approaching the 4,025′ summit and radar installation.

Camp Ka’ala

Bench with a view.

Camp Ka’ala

We set up camp after a worker nearby told us to be careful and spun some supernatural stories about this area. Sleep tight and don’t let the ghosts bite. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Mount Ka’ala

Day 4

We woke up and broke down camp after a ghost free experience on the highest peak on the island. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Mount Ka’ala

Looking back at the red blinking lights of the radar installation.

Mount Ka’ala

Walking down the road with the twinkling city lights of Waialua and Haleiwa in front of us. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Mount Ka’ala

Chris checking out the secret route to Stairway to Heaven. Hush hush.

Mount Ka’ala

Only one way traffic on the road this morning. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

WST

Leaving the road and going up the steep flank of the ridge. Photo by Chris Bautista.

WST

The fence line served as our navigational aid in the dense sea of uluhe overgrowth.

Three Corners

Chris checking out the valley views of Makaha and Makua in front of him, Mokuleia was behind him. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

WST

Leaving the roughly 2,800′ hill as we followed the fence through dips and peaks along the way.

Makua Valley

Looking down into the valley where ancient Hawaiians believed man was first created. The original inhabitants were slowly driven out by the roaming cattle from nearby ranches and then completely evicted by the US military who wanted the verdant valley home to three temples and other endemic fauna and flora for bombing practice. The lease is set to expire in 2029. Let’s see if the land is returned as promised by the US military.

WST

Contouring off the ridge where we passed a snail habitat and a spread of blue flags denoting endemic plants.

WST

Back on the exposed fenced ridge line with coastal, valley and mountain views.

WST

Ferlino was too busy hiking to enjoy the splendid views of Makua Valley.

WST

Chris walking down the trail to connect to the jeep road.

WST

I flagged down one of the many 4×4 trucks driving on the road to see if any kind souls would sell us some ice cold soda. Shout out to the lovely couple that gave me a can of sparkling water to be split three ways. A cold beverage on a hot day on a dusty road never tasted so good.

WST

Leaving the jeep road. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Kuaokala Trail

Can somebody get me a soda? Sorry, Chris was only making hot Korean ramen. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kuaokala Trail

Chris and Ferlino making their way through the pine forests and towards where I was sitting on top of the dodo rock.

Kuaokala Trail

Heading to the Makua Rim trail.

Kuaokala Trail

Where are those 4×4’s when you need them?

Kuaokala Trail

Taking a short break underneath the picnic shelter before our final push to the end. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kuaokala Trail

Enjoying the wide open trail while we can.

Kuaokala Trail

In search of a suitable trail. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kaena Point

Trying to stay on the off-beaten track is always a challenge.

Kaena Point

Putting the bushwhacking behind us.

Kaena Point

Straying off the off-beaten track after we lost the stalking truck.

Kaena Point

Our ten minutes of stress induced anxiety were finally over.

Kaena Point

Chris overlooking the westernmost point on the island, a place that ancient Hawaiians called the “leaping place for the souls.”

Kaena Point

Ferlino coming down from the mountain.

Kaena Point

Looking out towards the ocean where a little known volcano, Kaena, sank over two million years ago. Kaena along with Waianae and Ko’olau helped to create the island of Oahu. Photo by Chris Bautista.

Kaena Point

#17. Group photo celebrating our first, third and eighth time finishing the entire Waianae Summit Trail. This also marked my twenty-first cumulative completions of both the KST and WST. 21 for 2021. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

Kaena Point

Somebody could already taste the ice cold soda coming down the grassy and rocky ridge.

Kaena Point

Thanks to Art, Lilyn and Quan for meeting us with cold carbonated beverages at the base of the ridge. It’s the little things that can pick you up after a long weekend. Photo by Quan Haberstroh.

Kaena Point

Hiking our way back over the two mile long trail that follows remnants of railroad tracks and home to cliffs harboring tidepools, arches and abandoned vehicles.

Kaena Point

No green flash for us, but the sunset was still striking.

Kaena Point

Obviously the coordination to pull off a triple champagne dousing was a little beyond us. But everybody still got wet. Photo by Jasmin Carinio.

Electric Beach

Plenty thanks as well to Aida, Jasmin, Marilyn and Tessa for joining us with enough delicious food to whet our caloric deficit. Photo by Ferlino Carinio.

All pau

Our bellies were full and our hearts content. Thanks again to everybody that came out and supported us. Much mahalos!

GPS Tracks

Our original three day hike turned four day hike due to technical difficulties covered 28.6 miles through the entire Waianae Summit Trail. The hike was filled with soaring temperatures, rough terrain and unmatched views. Best of all, it was done with and the support from great friends.

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

Met up with Lilyn and Marilyn to boldly go to the two highest peaks on the island and down the path where many a (wo)man has gone before. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Waianae Valley

Thanks to Leander for dropping us off deep in the valley. We also met up with Dale’s group and trudged up the much maligned service road. Light rain showers kept the temperature down and the grounds saturated.

BSA Shelter

All smiles as we started on the trail and took a group photo left to right: myself, Marilyn, Lilyn, Chongsuk, Dale, Almira and Jan.

Rush hour

Leaving the shelter, we met up with Kyle’s group. Ka’ala was the place to be on this Kamehameha Day holiday.

Ka’ala Trail

Crossing the dry streambed. The waterfalls were parched and thirsty.

Ka’ala Trail

Pushing up the slippery slope of carpeted wet leaves and rooted ground.

Tree huggers

Seeking shelter or shade. Photo by Dale Yoshizu.

Three Poles

I wouldn’t hike with you guys. Seriously! Other hikers were heard muttering in the drizzling rain “Let’s go hiking they said. They said it would be fun.” Heavy on the sarcasm.

Bolohead Ridge

Looking over to the next crumbly ridge that also leads to the highest mountain.

Ka’ala Trail

Pulling ourselves up the fenced ridgeline as the ascent got a tad steeper.

Ka’ala Trail

Climbing our way up and over the somewhat slick boulders.

Ka’ala Trail

Laddering my way up. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Ka’ala Trail

The girls climbing their way up the rock punctuated trail.

Boardwalk

Smack dab in an ancient Hawaiian rain forest that’s perched on top of the 4,025′ flat summit of Ka’ala. The native lobelia plants seemed to be in full bloom.

Ka’ala Bog

Treading our way carefully through what was once a fishpond, according to some historical accounts.

Ka’ala Bog

The 1,100 acres of the Mount Ka’ala Natural Area Reserve encompasses 12 ecosystems, 208 native plant groups and 11 native animal groups. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Ka’ala Bog

We soon found the fence and followed it out of the mist soaked plateau … Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

… and descended our way down a sliver of a ridge into the clouds.

WST

Marilyn lowering herself down the mossy covered boulders. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

Threading our way carefully through the tangled mess of ropes and webbing.

WST

Swinging to the other side of the rock. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

Marilyn standing against the backdrop of jumbled boulders that we had contoured and climbed our way down. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

Pushing our way through the thorny overgrowth as we picked up the fence line again. Photo by Marilyn Bermudez.

Hobbs Junction

Break time!

WST

Switching from the ridge line to the fence line as we made our way across the rugged terrain. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

Marilyn climbing down through a break in the fenced ridge line.

WST

Lowering ourselves down to a sliver of a ledge. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

Marilyn climbing up the crumbly rockface. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Ms. Lonely

Lilyn standing in for Tessa. Photo by Marilyn Bermudez.

Pu’u Kalena

Group photo at the second highest peak on the island that stands at 3,504′ tall. Robbed of the views again.

WST

Dropping down the ridgeline where the views of Lualualei and Waianae Valleys opened up.

WST

Marilyn standing on one of the few barren spots on the ridgeline. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Star Trek

We all had another bite to eat before hopping the fence and looking for a trail down. Any trail. Will the real trail stand up? Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Star Trek

Looking for the next tree or grass to grab.

Star Trek

Following the trail that was marked with black webbing. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Star Trek

Lilyn coming down a steep section.

Star Trek

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

Star Trek

Group photo on the edge where you can’t see the depth for the trees.

Star Trek

Marilyn going down the steep pocket. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Star Trek

Walking under the heavily bowed trees.

Star Trek

Following the scattered green bottlecaps on our way out.

Star Trek

Crossing Honua Stream? on our way out.

Junction

Climbing up the small hill bordered with irritating California grass where we soon hit the junction shared by Hobbs.

Waianae Valley

Yay, it’s still daylight! Photo by Marilyn Bermudez.

All pau

It was barely a hop, skip , and jump once we hit the service road before we found ourselves back at the parking lot. Mahalo to Leander for picking us back up. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

GPS Tracks

Our hike to the roof of the Hawaiian skies and down the trail where no views existed covered a little over seven miles. Post hike meal at Coquito’s. Fun hike with good friends.

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.

Schofield Barracks was once again open to the hiking public this weekend. Thanks to Jamie for dropping Andy and myself off to the trailhead where we waited for Robert to drop off Aida, Andrew, Art and Lilyn.

Trailhead

We are hiking on a military base. Photo by Andreas Wiegand.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Hiking with hands in pocket. Photo by Art Young.

Kolekole Pass Rock

This is what happens when you try to copy Mr. Green.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Following the signs. Staying on trail. Don’t want to step on an UXO. Photo by Art Young.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Bench with a view. Why isn’t anybody on the bench? Photo by Art Young.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Shall we go up the steep route or the switchback way? Is that a rhetorical question? Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Art standing on the edge.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Waiting for the rest of the group to join us. Photo by Art Young.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Enjoying the views of the largest coastal valley on the island. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Scrambling up the first notch. Photo by Andreas Wiegand.

Kolekole Pass Trail

G’Day Mates! Somebody finally got to say that in the proper context. Photo by Art Young.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Andy climbing out of the second notch. Photo by Art Young.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Making our way to the last major hill before it leveled off to a more walkable grade. Photo by Art Young.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Looking back at the highest mountain on the island that was strikingly clear. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Platform with a view. At least somebody is using the platform. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kolekole Pass Trail

Somebody was enjoying the solitary panoramic views. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kolekole Pass Trail

The group descending from the 2,883′ summit of Hapapa.

Pu’u Hapapa

Group photo on the helipad left to right: Aida, Lilyn, myself, Art, Andrew and Andy. This will always be the summit to me.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

Leaving the flat top as we descended down the steep and fenced ridge line. Photo by Art Young.

WST

Climbing down the assorted boulders that interrupted the ridge line. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

We crossed over multiple times as we sought the trail that was less green on the other side of the fence. Photo by Andreas Wiegand.

WST

Andy standing on a dead end with unbeatable views of the valley and surrounding areas.

WST

A different perspective of the trail we were traversing. Photo by Andreas Wiegand.

WST

It’s all about the posing. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

Art and Andy going the contour way. No climbing show today.

WST

We all took different paths to get … Photo by Aida Gordon.

WST

… back on the same trail. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Pu’u Kanehoa

This is the summit. Right Art?

Pu’u Kanehoa

Dropping down from the 2,778′ knob. Photo by Art Young.

WST

Contouring our way around the rockface and pushing through the overgrowth.

WST

Making our way over the multiple humps that characterized the ridge. Photo by Art Young.

WST

Watching the rain showers slowly marching its way towards us.

WST

Scooting our way down in confined spaces. Photo by Art Young.

WST

Approaching the two humps known collectively as gorilla heads or kriangles. Photo by Art Young.

Gorilla Heads

The group climbing their way up the smaller hump. Photo by Art Young.

Gorilla Heads

Climbing queue. Photo by Art Young.

Gorilla Heads

Art climbing his way to the top of the big hump as the rain showers slowly washed over us and then drifted away. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Gorilla Heads

Going down the backside. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Gorilla Heads

Andrew checking his six before hugging his way down.

Gorilla Heads

Our group bunching together in the middle of the saddle. Photo by Art Young.

Gorilla Heads

Art doing his best impression of “mountain climbing.”

WST

Going up the wobbly fence. Photo by Art Young.

WST

Everybody making their way over to the last climbing section.

WST

In addition to providing my standard elevator service, I also do chiropractic adjustments. Still only a nickel. What a bargain. Photo by Art Young.

WST

Art climbing his way above the gorilla heads.

WST

What would you do for a tangerine? Climb down a steep cliff to retrieve said citrus fruit. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

After our lunch break, we resumed our uphill climb.

WST

We can see the summit for the ridgeline. No we can’t. Photo by Art Young.

WST

Climbing up through the pollen saturated uluhe corridor. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

Follow me, I know a shortcut. Famous last words. Photo by Aida Gordon.

WST

Aida climbing down the direct drop. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Pu’u Kaua

Group photo at the 3,127′ summit where we were afforded panoramic views of the Westside valleys, the entire Ko’olau Mountain Range and the Wahiawa plain.

Kaua Trail

It was time to head down and get a bite to eat. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kaua Trail

Aida making her way down the initial steep descent.

Kaua Trail

Standing in for Ms. Lonely. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Kaua Trail

Breaking out on the exposed trail.

Kaua Trail

Representing an anatomically inaccurate shape.

Kaua Trail

Further skewing the inaccuracy. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kaua Trail

Somebody was either trying to stomp on somebody or releasing excessive flatulence. My money is on the latter.

Kaua Trail

Climbing over the last fence of the day that also intersected with the Hono’uli’uli Contour Trail.

Handstand

When reality fails to meet expectations. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Kaua Trail

Testing my balance. No water to break my fall. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

All pau

Walking back to our staged cars. Saved us several miles of walking out to the highway.

GPS Tracks

Our hike covered a little over five miles through the lowest point in the Waianae Mountain Range and ending at the third highest peak on Oahu. Post hike meal for the directionally challenged at Ono Steak and Shrimp in Kapolei. Fun hike with old and new friends.

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

I decided it was time for another visit to a place where no (wo)man has gone before.

Waianae Valley

Met up with Aida, Art and Lilyn in Schofield Barracks where Mia then shuttled us to the valley laced with helpful messages, revived terraces, abandoned cars and stray dogs.

Waianae Valley

It was not even a hop, before we were off the much maligned service road and into the bushes. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Waianae Valley

Breaching the rock wall. Photo by Art Young.

Junction

Left for Hobbs and right for where many a (wo)man has gone before.

Waianae Valley

Contrary to popular belief, some parts of Waianae would give Manoa Valley a run for its money.

Waianae Valley

Are we following the yellow caps …

Star Trek Ridge

or the green ones? Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Star Trek Ridge

The climb started to get a little steep, fortunately there was an abundance of trees scattered throughout the trail.

Star Trek Ridge

Aida scrambling up towards the rock wall. Photo by Art Young.

Star Trek Ridge

Art contouring his way around the rock wall. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Star Trek Ridge

You had to be a tree hugger on this hike, no matter your political leaning.

Star Trek Ridge

We missed it by that much. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Star Trek Ridge

Following the discolored webbing like so many breadcrumbs scattered throughout the forest. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Star Trek Ridge

Taking an unintended detour. Or as they call it, exploring our way around the mountains.

Star Trek Ridge

Lilyn taking in the views. What views? Photo by Aida Gordon.

Star Trek Ridge

Art climbing up a steep section. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Star Trek Ridge

Lilyn practicing her three points of contact and one contact on a rope that has been out here 24/7 for who knows how long. Photo by Art Young.

Star Trek Ridge

The girls enjoying a brief respite from the steep climb as the trail leveled off for a bit. Photo by Art Young.

Star Trek Ridge

Back to climbing. No rest for the weary.

Star Trek Ridge

There must be a trail somewhere in this steep hill marked by crumbly under footing and tightly packed trees and dense undergrowth. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

Terminus

Group photo on the Waianae Summit Trail, left to right: myself, Aida, Art and Lilyn.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

We followed the fence line that cut a corridor through the overgrowth. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

Well, most of it.

WST

Some invasive species had the right idea on how to hike the trail and avoid all those pesky thorny bushes. If I could only be green and horny as well. Photo by Art Young.

WST

Trying to prevent my cap from blowing away. Resistance is futile. Something I would learn later on in the hike. Photo by Art Young.

WST

Enjoying an open area to soak in the expansive West side views. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

Pushing through more overgrowth with the fence as our guide.

WST

Walking on the windy ridge line. Photo by Art Young.

WST

Can you see the ridge for the clouds? Photo by Art Young.

SeXXXy Ridge

Wet and windy conditions prevented us from exhibiting foolish behavior on a narrow spur ridge. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

Art climbing down to the rock dike where we soon crossed paths with two other hikers that had come up from Schofield Barracks.

WST

Taking a seat. A panoramic seat. Photo by Art Young.

WST

Diamond Head was nearby according to a certain nobody.

WST

Your pic … Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

WST

… for my pic. Photo by Aida Gordon.

Pu’u Kamakalii

Group photo at the 2,881′ terminus with the cloud capped summit of Kalena behind us.

Kolekole Trail

Descending down the narrow dike with winds whipping all around us. It was hard not to lose ones head. Let alone a cap.

Kolekole Trail

Art making his way down the dike.

Kolekole Trail

Lilyn climbing her way down. Photo by Art Young.

Geocache

Uh, shouldn’t the cache be a tad more difficult to find?

Kolekole Trail

Aida looking back at the narrow dike that we had just traversed. Something that she had done before. Shades of the forgetful hiker. Photo by Art Young.

Pu’u Ka’ilio

Somebody wanted to ride the crumbly Forbidden Mountain ride. One day. When you are old enough.

Kolekole Trail

Trading the treeline for the hardscrabble terrain.

Kolekole Trail

Aida preparing to slide and scoot her way down the hill. Photo by Art Young.

Kolekole Trail

Art walking down the eroded hill.

Kolekole Trail

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of UXO, I will fear nothing, for ignorance is bliss. Photo by Lilyn Avendano.

All pau

Big shout out to Mia who picked us up ahead of schedule. That’s always a good thing.

GPS Tracks

Our Wild West hike covered a scant 3.6 miles through the rugged terrain of the Waianae Mountain Range. Somebody said they will boldly not go back here again. Post hike meal at Chicken in a Barrel. We should’ve stuck with the Louisiana style chicken. Closer and more flavorful.

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

I went out the West side to dry out this weekend with Charlie, CJ and Tessa. Thanks to Matt for dropping us off at Schofield Barracks. Citizens of all country are welcome.

Trailhead

The start of the trail was teeming with hikers. We got a jump on them before the trail got too congested. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

KoleKole Pass Rock

I hope heads will not be rolling today.

Meadows

Group photo before Matt took his leave of us, left to right: Matt, Tessa, myself, CJ and Charlie. The brisk winds aborted Matt’s attempt at some drone shots. So he called it a day and bade us farewell.

Hapapa Trail

We took the crumbly and direct route up. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

Hapapa Trail

The rest of the group making their way up. Somehow, somebody got lost on their way up. Excuse me, he was exploring. LOL.

Hapapa Trail

We made our way through the stand of paperbark trees and soon found ourselves at the towering rock dike. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

Hapapa Trail

Climbing down to start our climb up the first notch. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

Hapapa Trail

CJ and Tessa on the photogenic dike.

Hapapa Trail

Tessa sitting on her perch in the mountains. Photo by CJ Mendiola.

Hapapa Trail

The girls on top of the second notch.

Hapapa Trail

Are we home for the night? Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Pu’u Hapapa

Group photo on the square summit overlooking the West side. The best side.

Waianae Summit Trail (WST)

We left the 2,883′ summit to begin our hike on the fenced trail. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Looking back as Tessa climbs over one of many fenced junctions.

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Descending down towards the imposing rock dike which interrupts the ridge line. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Making our way around the eroded section. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

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Heading towards the knob of Kanehoa.

Pu’u Kanehoa

Group photo at the 2,778′ summit that offered splendid panoramic views.

Pu’u Kanehoa

One of the splendid views from the top.

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Looking back at the exposed summit. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

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Tessa hiking through the mixed tree section of the ridge.

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Approaching the “Christmas Tree” which is the gateway to the first set of obstacles before us.

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CJ and Tessa cresting over the small hill.

Gorilla Heads

Scrambling up the smaller head. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

Gorilla Heads

Climbing down towards the bigger head. Don’t touch it too much. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

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CJ making her way up. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Charlie bringing up the rear. Photo by CJ Mendiola.

Gorilla Heads

Looking for my next foothold. Where’s my spotter? Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Gorilla Heads

Tessa’s turn to climb down. Step by step. Heart to heart. Left, right, Left. We all fall down. Wait, don’t follow the last lyric.

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CJ making her way up the interrupted fence line. Hard for the fence installers to follow the pitches of the ridge line.

Need webbing?

We soon left the fence line to climb up a rock face. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

Bee in my bonnet

Tessa was being buzzed and it wasn’t from alcohol. I was of no help. Luckily CJ had a stick handy and flicked the bee out.

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Back on the fence line.

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Charlie pushing through the overgrowth. Visibility was mostly uluhe ferns in your face. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Pu’u Kaua

The 3,127′ summit was extremely overgrown, no stop here. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

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Back on the fence line with CJ pointing at our destination, which was still far away. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

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Climbing my way down. The start of the most rock climbing this side of the WST. Photo by CJ Mendiola.

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Charlie ready to climb down.

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Looking for our next rock face to climb down. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

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CJ making short work of the rock face. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Tessa climbing down the correct route.

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The other two decided on an “easier” descent and ended up losing their webbing. Apparently my words of advice were drowned out in the wind. LOL. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Contouring a somewhat tricky rock face. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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The others following in my footsteps. Pack optional.

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Scrambling up another rockface. After another. And another. You get the picture. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

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Give me your hand and forget about losing your manhood.

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Contouring around the tree line to stay on trail.

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Tessa dropping off the ridge line. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

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The group hugging the rockface as we made our way down the sliver of a trail.

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Making my way down a short drop. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

Camp Pohakea

Camp life. We could have survived for quite some time in the mountains what with Charlie’s industrial sized can of butane fuel and copious amounts of unfiltered water. We were just missing enough food. We didn’t look appetizing to each other.

Camp Pohakea

Camp site. We pitched tent on what looked like the remains of another cabin or bunker. We were not breaking new ground.

Camp Pohakea

Good night from the Waianae Mountains. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

Camp Pohakea

We woke up the next morning after rain showers pelted our campsite, made breakfast, broke down camp and left to tackle the biggest obstacle in the mountains. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

Pohakea Pass

I won’t lie. Every time I see this 80′ crumbly cliff, I get butterflies in my stomach.

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Climbing and contouring our way up. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

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The group queued up at the base of the cliff.

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Everybody ready to climb? Photo by Charlie Antonio.

Pohakea Pass

The climb up was greatly assisted with the red webbing that another group had left. Caution was still exercised as never fully trust webbing that wasn’t set by your own hands. It pays to also have somebody that can safely free climb obstacles in case webbing is suspect or lacking.

Pohakea Pass

Checking out the group coming up, the wind stalled somebody’s progress immeasurably. But everybody made it up safely. In the end, that’s all that matters.

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CJ perched on her rock. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Hello from the top of the pass.

Bonsai Trail

Leaving the pass behind us.

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It was another steep climb up the fenced ridge line. Photo by Tessa Bugay.

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Wading through the sea of forest green uluhell.

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Water catchment break. Photo by CJ Mendiola.

Palikea Summit

Group photo with the rainbow behind us in Lualualei Valley.

Palehua

Going down the stairs. We must be nearing civilization.

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Leaving the forest of pine trees as we left the gated area.

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Traversing the trail cut from the side of the cliff.

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Indiana Bugay coming through the boulder tunnel. Photo by Charlie Antonio.

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Switch backing our way to the bamboo forest.

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Going down the last set of stairs for the day.

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End of the trail and beginning of the road. We are not out of the woods yet.

Hiker Humane Society

I am not your Daddy! Photo by Charlie Antonio.

All pau

Mahalo to Quan for picking us up halfway on the road.

GPS Tracks

Our two day camping and climbing hike in the Waianae Mountains covered 9.5 miles with fun company and marked my fifth time completing the Waianae Summit Trail (WST). Post hike meal at Outback Steakhouse where Aida, Chris, Lilyn and Quan also joined us on two separate tables. No clam chowder on the menu. What is this world coming to?

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

I joined a different team this weekend to tackle the other mountain range on the island, the Waianae Summit Trail. Thanks to Mike for dropping Analyn, Bill, Shirley and myself off under the bright lights of the Kaena Point Satellite Tracking Station to start our late evening hike. Team BASK.

Kaena Point

Walking on the remnants of the railroad tracks where only our shadows kept us company.

Kaena Point

I guess we should have gotten a 4×4. Whose name was on the rental contract?

Kaena Point

Passing one of several WW2 pillboxes on our way up the grassy and rocky ridge line that was under lunar illumination.

Kaena Point Tracking Station

Approaching the military installation that dominates the landscape of the 1,500′ ridge line.

Kaena Point Tracking Station

Somebody wanted to shed more light on themselves and bring unwanted attention to ourselves. Talks of hiking in the dark to our destination soon became a distant memory as we set up camp at the BSA shelter. Bill and Shirley shared a tent, while Analyn and I shared the picnic table.

BSA Shelter

We woke up the next day, broke down the tent, cleaned off the table and had breakfast.

Kuaokala Trail

Hiking the wide tree lined corridor that was strewn with pine cones and needles.

Kuaokala Trail

Making our way through the barren and rocky terrain where views of Makua Valley greeted us.

Kuaokala Trail

First contact with the fence line that is sprawled over the mountain range.

Kuaokala Trail

We followed the fence line down for a bit before it spit us back onto the trail.

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Leaving the well trodden trail for the overgrown one.

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We snacked on lilikoi passion fruit before trudging back up the road.

Moku

Turned a right at the geodic marker to pick up the trail.

Pahole NAR

Entering the 685 acres of protected ecosystems that are home to native fauna and flora. Mount Ka’ala looked so close, yet so far.

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Seeking scant shade from the blistering sun.

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Fences for daze.

Mokuleia Trail

We dropped down to the shelter to have our lunch and top off our water. Slim pickings for the oranges and avocados. Who the hell brings a chair to a hike? A comfortable person that’s who.

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Back to hiking under the hot sun.

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Giving our hands a workout as we went up and down the fenced hills.

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Approaching the summit where a shin high metal stake caught a couple of us on the way up. Ouch!

Three Corners

It was a nice day to be enjoying the sweeping views of Makaha, Makua and Mokuleia Valleys.

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Plunging through the dense uluhe corridor laced with thorny thimbleberry bushes. While hiking has a lot of joys. This was definitely not one of them.

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Looking ahead to the road that would take us to the 4,025′ summit.

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Coming down the steep hill, Analyn skinned her right hand on the fence coming down. Wear and tear.

Ka’ala Road

Two bumps on the road otherwise known as potential road kill.

Ka’ala Road

Click your heels together three times and say ‘There’s no place like home’ and you’ll be there. Unfortunately, this is not the movies and you are not Dorothy. This is the Ka’ala Road, hard and unforgiving. Photo by Bill Yogi.

Ka’ala Road

Putting our heads down and putting one foot in front of the other. This road sucks.

Ka’ala Road

End of the road. Thank goodness. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

Camp Ka’ala

We set up camp; enjoyed a stunning sunset, munched on Godiva Chocolate and somebody got gassed to the point of retching.

Camp Ka’ala

Our morning view from the highest peak on the island, as rain showers slowly marched its way towards us.

Camp Ka’ala

Breaking down camp under a light drizzle of mountain rain.

Ka’ala Bog

On the boardwalk that crosses through 1,100 acres of ancient Hawaiian rain forest home to many native plants and animals. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

Ka’ala Bog

The Northern KST doesn’t have the exclusive monopoly on deep sole sucking mud. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

Ka’ala Bog

Finding the fence line and following it down to the ridge line.

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Going down the slippery slope. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

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Analyn climbing her way down.

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The girls climbing down and out from the moss covered boulder section. Photo by Bill Yogi.

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Bushwhacking through the fenced corridor of uluhe ferns and thimbleberry bushes. The overgrowth was too much for Bill’s selfie stick as I cracked the tip while clearing the trail, no fusion videos of the hike. My bad. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

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The last time I saw my selfie stick before the overgrowth snatched it out of my pack. It’s supposed to be used for selfies and not bushwhacking. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

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The girls passing through a stand of trees that were thickly padded with green and spongy moss.

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The trail overgrowth relented somewhat, but not that much. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

Hobbs Junction

Taking a break from all that bushwhacking. Agony by a thousand punctures.

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Resuming our fenced hike with the second highest peak staring us in our sweaty faces.

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Making our way down the split ridge.

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Waiting for our turn to climb down. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

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Shirley contouring the crumbly ridge line. Photo by Bill Yogi.

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Looking for that ledge to land her size 7.5 shoes on. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

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Analyn climbing up one of the last rock faces before the summit.

Pu’u Kalena

Fabulous views of the West side from the 3,504′ peak.

Pu’u Kalena

What? No lunch break here? Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

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Back on the fenced trail to get to the eroded section over on the next hill.

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Lunch break and scenic photography spot.

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False peak after false peak.

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Selfie at one of the step fence sections. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

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Looking down at the hot mess of crumbly rocks otherwise known as Pu’u Ka’ilio.

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West side boy on the West side dike.

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Looking back at sexxxy ridge. No opportunity for sexxxy time. Next time. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

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We left the fenced ridge line and made our way down the spur ridge.

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Analyn throwing out a shaka before going down another narrow dike section.

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There’s always time for another shaka on the dike. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

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Getting off the rocky ridge line as we descended towards the pass, the lowest point in the Waianae Mountain Range.

Lualualei Valley

Looking down into the largest coastal valley on this side of the island.

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Can you take a video of me sliding on my butt sis?

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Sure thing sis! Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

Kolekole Pass

Why did the hikers cross the road? To get to the other hiking trail.

Pohaku Hupeloa

Everybody try and keep their heads about them.

Kolekole Pass

Approaching the clearing with sweeping views and looking for my carbonated beverage. Sorry Analyn.

Kolekole Pass

Thanks to Matt for bringing us the fried chicken without an apostrophe. Our group just got bigger by one. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

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Our bellies full, we climbed straight up the crumbly hillside to save 15 minutes. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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Matt bringing the chicken with him. Leftovers are the best. For some people.

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The sun silhouetting Matt as we descended down to the notch.

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Bill and Shirley climbing out of the first notch.

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Coming over the second notch. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

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Almost there.

Camp Hapapa

We set up camp; enjoyed another spectacular sunset, no dessert this time and no gassing was reported as well.

Camp Hapapa

Twinkling city lights. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Camp Hapapa

The morning sunbeams spilling over on the central plain. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

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We broke down camp and set out for the square sized summit of Hapapa.

Pu’u Hapapa

Our collective photographic poses on the 2,883′ peak.

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Leaving the summit.

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Misty mountains.

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Looking back at Matt and the valley that are home to two of the tallest transmission towers in the Western hemisphere.

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Contouring and not climbing. Photo by Shirley Gloriani

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Traversing the eroded section of the ridge line.

Pu’u Kanehoa

Cheesy pose by the girls at the 2,728′ summit. Not my words. From the cheesy person herself.

Pu’u Kanehoa

Watching Bill “No Breaks” Yogi moving on the ridge line. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

Pu’u Kanehoa

Matt checking out the views and kicking himself for not bringing his drone.

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The clouds drifting over the mountains.

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Most of the clouds soon left, but some stayed. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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We went through a section of pine forest before getting back onto the exposed ridge.

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Approaching the “Christmas Tree” that marks the gateway to the first main obstacle.

Gorilla Heads

Climbing up and over the smaller of the primate rocks. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Gorilla Heads

Supplemental webbing does a body and mind good. Or so I heard. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

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Bill climbing up the biggest of the ape rocks. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

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Shirley’s turn.

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Passing resemblance to their Simian namesake. Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

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Bill climbing his way down.

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Spotting Analyn coming down. Catching services not included. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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Looking back at the two humps. And it wasn’t even Wednesday yet.

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The group going up between a hard rock and a fence. There was only one decision to make. Up.

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There’s always a photographic opportunity in the mountains, especially with these two. Photo by Bill Yogi.

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Blackhawk doing a fly by. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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You go right, I’ll go left. Who wants to follow? Webbing will be provided.

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Analyn contouring her way around the crumbly rock. We took a musubi break at this spot. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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Following the fence line as we climbed up the rocky ridge.

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Pushing our way through the insufferable patch of uluhe ferns that was thankfully interrupted by the fence line.

Pu’u Kaua

Looking back at the mountains we had traversed from the third highest peak on the island.

Pu’u Kaua

Group photo by Analyn Baliscao, left to right: Analyn, Bill, Matt, myself and Shirley at the 3,127′ peak.

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What broad shoulders you have, the better to see the views with. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

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Bill coming down the rock face, the start of the most rock climbing on this section of the WST that you can shake a crumbly rock at.

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Team BASK perched on the rocks. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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The girls climbing their way down and posing. Multi-tasking at its finest. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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Follow me. Or maybe not. Some people have to learn the hard way. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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Matt making his way around the rock that was in our way. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

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Contouring our way around the slippery and rooted hill to pick up the trail. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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Analyn climbing down the short drop with the overhang. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

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The pine tree corridor that took us to the main obstacle of the day.

Pohakea Pass

Going up the crumbly 80′ cliff for the fourth time and my stomach still had butterflies. The saving grace was the red webbing that was leftover from another group’s ascent. No free climbing needed this time. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Pohakea Pass

Bill climbing his way up.

Pohakea Pass

Shirley using the blue and red webbings to pull herself up. We just had to have a white webbing and it would have been a patriotic climb. Photo by Analyn Baliscao.

Pohakea Pass

Somebody was focused on getting to the top. Need a hand? Photo by Shirley Gloriani.

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Scrambling up and away from the sheer cliff.

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Shirley threading her way between the trees on the mossy ground.

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Pulling ourselves up the last major fenced climb.

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Pondering the anticipated removal of my facial hair after my self-imposed shaving hiatus that was to be lifted when I finished both mountain ranges in one shot. Photo by Matt Vidaurri.

Palikea

Brief stop at the ti leaf summit that at 3,098′ elevation had panoramic views of the West side. Only an hour left to the end of our hike.

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Trying to beat the sun to the bottom. Mother Nature would win.

Palehua

Our last selfie of the day as the daylight slipped away from us.

All pau

Not quite. We still had a roughly five mile road to walk down to Makakilo. We were going to pool our cash together to get a ride back down. But nobody answered the call of opportunity. So we ended up pounding the pavement all the way down to Makakilo. We piled into Matt’s truck and met up with Janell at the nearby shopping center where frozen cokes and bubbly were waiting for us.

Post hike celebration

Matt was the only one afforded the traditional champagne dousing over the head, as he had to head home. The rest of us retired to Bill and Shirley’s lawn and just sucked it down. I don’t know who got the better deal. Thanks again to Janell for giving us a ride. Photos by Janell Tuttle.

GPS Tracks

Our Labor Day weekend hike over the entire Waianae Mountain Range and then some, covered almost 33 miles through rugged and spectacular terrain that defines the West side. Amazing adventure with awesome friends. Until the next adventure.

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.