Kului Ridge 1st ascent

Kului Gulch is located just to the west (ewa side) of the Hawaii Loa Ridge Trail. On a day that started off beautifully but later deteriorated weatherwise, Wing and I hiked partway up HLRT and crossed Kului Gulch to gain the ridge on Kului's ewa side. We then pushed our way up this ridge, which I'll refer to as Kului Ridge, to the Koolau Summit.

We met at 8:30 at the end of Anolani Street in Niu Valley. Plan A was to hike up the trail in the valley then climb up the guava spur club route to the HLRT. But since the only hikers to show up at Anolani were Wing and I (several others were invited), there was a change to Plan B, which was to drive up Hawaii Loa Ridge and start there. So Dr Ng and I jumped into his aging but dependable maroon Mustang, leaving my aging but dependable blue Cherokee at the Anolani Street terminus. After signing a liability waiver--one of the stipulations being that we refrain from ti leaf sliding (yup, really)--and showing proof of Hawaii residence to the guard at the Hawaii Loa estates security post, we proceeded to the HLRT starting point.

Shoving off at just past 9 a.m., Wing and I hiked together up HLRT, talking about this and that. He pointed out places he and the Wedgees (Jay Feldman and the Wednesday gang) had hiked to on Kului Ridge to our left. Kului, according to info gleaned from the web, is "a large shrub or a small tree which grows up to 15 feet in height. The 'kului' is peculiar to the very dry regions of all of the islands where often nothing else grows. Its silvery-gray foliage and drooping flowers make it a conspicuous and attractive little tree. Nototrichium and another Hawaiian member of this family, Charpentiera, are the world's only woody amaranths." For a pic and info, see

www.nhm.org/research/botany/Hawaii_Vanishing_Flora/Dry_Forest_Folder/not_san.html

I'm not sure if we passed any Kului during our hike today. Since I'm not flora akamai/observant like Ken, Charlotte, Brandon, Kay, and others, I could have hiked right past some and not even known it. Two lashes with a clidemia branch for me.

We departed from the HLRT in the uluhe section just mauka of the last big guava pu'u. Wing set off into the uluhe abyss first while I sat down to put on long pants, eat an energy and a protein bar, and drink some water. After pants-ing and fueling up, I followed Wing's swath and caught up in a couple minutes. Instead of following Wing from that point, I slid down an uluhe embankment (fast and fun!) until reaching an open guava slope. From there, the going was open and easier, and I descended to a dry streambed, with Wing following not far behind.

After crossing the streambed, I then began climbing a spur ridge, with the objective being to gain the crest of Kului Ridge on the gulch's far side. Thick with uluhe was the spur, so we had to shift into bulldozer mode as we climbed. I recognized several large Halapepe specimens (patting myself on the back while sending kudos to my plant kumu, Kenji), which were as big as the ones growing along the Halapepe Nui Trail. Otherwise, it was uluhe heaven (or hell, depending on one's mood/point of view). I was hoping to find a swath/trail of some sort on the crest of Kului Ridge but alas there was nothing--nada, zip, zed, zilch. Not even na pua'a roamed on this ridge [insert expletives of your choice here].

At this point, Wing and I kept in contact via walkie talkie since the distance between us increased. Proceeding mauka up Kului Ridge, I (tool-less) occupied the primary battering ram slot, with La Wingo following behind, trusty loppers at the ready. The ridge initially was rolling and fairly broad; then it steepened and narrowed; then it broadened again but remained steep, but never cable-steep. Separated by about 100 meters but in contact via walkie-talkie, Wing and I sat down on the Kului Ridge hogback to eat lunch at just past noon. I found a bit of shade on the upslope side of a kopiko tree, and I was glad for some coolness as I watched steam wafting off my sweat-soaked shirt.

Lunch for me was brief (didn't want to stiffen up). Plus, I was eager to summit. Thirty minutes of tough climbing and pushing through after lunch, the summit of the Koolaus was acquired, elevation 2660, according to my altimeter watch. Today's climb was tough, as is the case when ascending trail-less ridges in Oahu's mountains. However, there have been tougher ones, namely Manoa Middle Ridge aka Waiahilahila Ridge (which I did with Wing and Brandon Stone), Pauao Ridge (which I did with Pat Rorie, Steve Poor, and Laredo Murray), and Kamaohanui (which I did with Steve Poor).

Kului Ridge crests out two nobs to the west of the Hawaii Loa Trail terminus. The trail on Kului Ridge isn't much of trail, so if anyone has plans to hike it, be prepared for a rough go. At least a swath is now in place. And, please, no verbal attacks on Wing or I for doing this. We were not doing it for the HTMC. For that matter, if the club never hikes this ridge, that'd be fine with me but if the Wedgees are looking for something to do :-). And while I can't speak for Wing, any damage done to native flora was minimal. So there.

I exited via HLRT. When I reached the HLRT terminus, I chatted briefly with three burly military guys, who inquired about where I'd come from. I explained what Wing and I had done, summing it up by saying, "We get our kicks doing stuff like that." The three burly guys smiled, one saying, "I can relate, bro."

The descent of HLRT was fairly uneventful, with the main item of note being that it began to rain. It had been so clear and sunny all day that precipitation, save for a mention of its possibility by weather forecasters, was completely unexpected. While I was descending HLRT, I contacted Wing one last time by walkie-talkie. During that conversation, I had a visual fix on him as he was making the final assault on Kului Ridge. I'm confident he topped out and descended HLRT back to his car. I'm sure he'll file a report on OHE as well.

To get back to my vehicle, from the HLRT, I headed down the club's guava spur trail to Pia Valley. Having descended that safely, I followed the valley trail back to Anolani Street. Pau by 3 p.m. dripping wet from the rain.

Tomorrow, it's back to Anolani Street for HTMC TM of the Kulepeamoa Ridge Trail--unless, of course, my aging body says otherwise when I wake up in the a.m.

Hike on, all you enthusiasts.

--dkt

Moanalua to Halawa cross country route

As a 14-year-old high school freshman, I'd never have guessed that the map reading lessons I learned in Sgt. Lytle's ROTC class at Kamehameha would be useful. However, in addition to learning smidgens of military history and procedures, I apparently picked up some tidbits about discerning geographic information via the teaching of the good ol' Sarge, for today I can decipher a topo map with some semblance of skill.

A case in point of my interest in maps is the cross-country route I'd pinpointed to reach the Halawa ridge trail from Moanalua Valley. Yesterday--a clear, cool Sunday--a bunch of us set out with the intent of determining if theory could translate into practice. And dog-gone, it did.

Our hiking day started at the neighborhood park at the Ala Aolani Street in Moanalua Valley. Normally, to access trails in the area, we tramp on up the valley's dirt road (not a fun thing for me), but yesterday we climbed a route that began behind the park's mauka-most basketball court. The route isn't a new one, for previous hikers/hunters have placed ribbons and done some cutting to establish a line up the ~700-foot face of the mountainside. Of note are a couple of rock faces to scale, one which has a cable for assistance, but these climbs aren't technical or dicey.

Once the 20 to 30 minute climb to the crest of the (Red Hill) ridge is completed, there's a jeep road to head up. The road passes several power line towers while proceeding about a half mile or so up the ridge and terminating. In a recent post to OHE, Jim Pushaw noted an encounter with a thick stand of guava (likely the one we came to at road's end) that seemed to discourage further mauka progress, but with some poking around (by Dick Cowan) a contour path through the guava on the left was found. Thereafter, a well-maintained trail on the ridge continues. Mabel Kekina and Peter Kempf did good work opening up some brushy uluhe sections, making our return in the afternoon much easier and quicker.

The trail, which offers nice views into Moanalua Valley to the right and South Halawa Valley to the left, passes a large landslide scar on the right before dipping to a saddle lined by a row of Cook pines. After the saddle, the path climbs steadily to a prominent pu'u topped by a grove of more Cook pines. The topo map identifies this pu'u as 1620 feet in elevation (hence I refer to it as Pu'u 1620). While examining the map last weekend, I eyed a well-defined spur descending into South Halawa Valley (H3 is in North Halawa) from the mauka-facing flank of Pu'u 1620. Today we went down the spur, clearing it as we descended. The spur was uluhe-free (a good thing) and we noticed old cut marks, likely made by hunters, so we knew we weren't the first down this way. On our descent, we cleared branches and encroaching vegetation, creating a useable route down to South Halawa Stream, which I, and most of the others, had never been to before.

Once at the gently flowing stream, we picked up an established trail on the far bank. We later met some hunters who'd hiked up the stream trail with their dogs from the end of the restricted-access road that passes Halawa Prison (they may have gotten access because of their membership in the pig hunters' association). Less than 100 meters mauka of our bottoming-out point, we started up another spur ridge with the hope of reaching the Halawa ridge trail. Taking turns at the front, we plowed through uluhe, weaved and chopped our way through stands of guava, and climbed steadily. An hour and 45 minutes of chopping and climbing after leaving the stream, we gained the Halawa trail at a point a 100 feet mauka of a recent landslide that has obliterated about 20 meters of the contour path. That we had reached Halawa from Moanalua would probably make Sgt. Lytle smile.

We ate lunch seated on the Halawa trail, and I dined on my latest culinary concoction: a mixture of a half cup of cottage cheese, a can of tuna, a tbsp of olive oil, and a couple dashes of curry spice, consumed with a couple of taro muffins. Mmmm-mmm ono! Before lunch, I made a declaration on the walkie-talkie that I'd had enough of cross-country bashing and wanted to exit via the Halawa trail (I'd request a pickup in Halawa Valley by one of the other crew members). A couple other folks liked the sound of the out-Halawa proposal, so talk at lunch centered on how long it would take to hike out that way and where it would be best to emerge.

Rest and water and food, however, brought on a more energetic outlook, and I decided that retracing the route back to Moanalua wasn't as bad as it seemed ("It's really just one up," said Dick). Ed "Glutton for Punishment" Gilman tried to enlist others to join him for an ascent of Halawa Ridge and a crossover on the summit to return to Moanalua, but he found no enlistees, so he decided to waylay that plan hike back with us.

The return leg gave us a chance to inspect the clearing work we'd done on the outbound trip. And our inspection indicated the route up to the Halawa trail from South Halawa Stream is now reasonably cleared and marked (double ribbons just mauka of the large landslide on Halawa ridge mark the down-point).

The ascent from stream to Pu'u 1620 (the "one up" that Dick mentioned) was a sweaty, heart-pumping affair, and I was encouraged that I was able to complete it without having to double over and wheeze as I've done on hill climbs in recent weeks. My bodyweight (244) is the lowest it's been in a year, so maybe the lessened load is helpful.

A group led by Jason Sunada, Tom Yoza, and Ken Suzuki climbed a spur mauka of the one from Pu'u 1620 and reported that hunters had already established a marked route on it. Additionally, as Jay reported, Mike Algiers and Helene Sroat ascended Red Hill Ridge another mile and change mauka of Pu'u 1620, encountering heavy uluhe growth and some narrow dike sections en route. They steadfastly plowed through the uluhe to the junction with the Godek-Jaskulski spur trail which they descended to Moanalua Valley to a point near the start of the Moanalua Stream and middle ridge trails. A walk on the valley's dirt road brought them back to the morning's starting point.

By mid-afternoon, all who set out in the morning were back at the neighborhood park partaking of refreshments ala Mama Mabel. The fare included fresh fruit, hot dogs, dirt cake (a wonderful dessert made up of, among other things, Oreo cookies, pistachio pudding, and cream cheese), and more. While eating, our spirits were high since we had a good day of exercise, camaraderie, and exploration.

Notes:

As Waianae Steve reported in a post last week, a good deal of climbing is involved to reach Halawa ridge and return to Moanalua-over 3000 feet of vertical gain all told. Consequently, using today's route as a means to maintain Halawa ridge isn't feasible because we'd expend too much time and energy to get there and return. Ken suggested that club ask the quarry management for permission to use the quarry road to drive up the initial part of Halawa ridge. It seems the pig hunters' club has such an arrangement, and Ken is right, asking can't hurt.

Jay is gung-ho about adding Red Hill ridge to the summit to the HTMC's inventory of hikes. I agree that opening up the route is doable and is likely something that the crew will tackle, if the schedule committee and Mabel give their blessings, of course.

We heard walkie-talkie chatter from club members taking part in today's HTMC Treasure Hunt on the Aiea Loop trail. I hope an OHE subscriber took part and reports on what happened

Speaking of treasure hunts, Ken conducted one for us at the post-hike refreshment gathering. The objective was identifying a plant based on a leaf sample he showed us. The winner: Mabel. The answer: guava. Among the prize choices: a mini mag light and a Swiss army knife.

Yesterday's participants (13): Mabel Kekina, Peter Kempf, Dick Cowan, Brenda Cowan, Jay Feldman, Ed Gilman, Dayle Turner, Tom Yoza, Jason Sunada, Ken Suzuki, Georgina Oka, June Miyasato, Lynn Agena.

Today (Monday), a group led by Stuart Ball and Tom Yoza will be continuing to work on the old Kahuku trail via Pupukea. Tom or some other participant in that adventure will likely post a write-up to tell us how it went.

I'm not sure what next Sunday's TM outing is. I'm certain Jay or someone else will post the info to the list this week.

Go HTMC!

--dkt

Oh My God! ridge

A handful of us gathered at the end of Kala'au Place in Kuliouou Valley
this morning with the goal of creating a new route to the crest of the
valley's middle ridge.  Though Wing established a new MR route recently,
for reasons I won't go into, another one was being sought.  To summarize
what happened, yup, we all made it up to the crest of the MR.  And after
lunch, we made our way back to the valley by way of yet another route
makai of the one we went up.  What did all this accomplish?  Really, I'm
not sure, other than I, for one, was the glad recipient of a really nice
hill-climbing workout.   What anyone does with the new routes we did I
leave that to them.

Okay, so who showed up?  Mabel, Jay, Georgina, Connie, Gordon, Peter, Wil,
Tom, myself, and a wahine I'll call gung-ho-first-timer (or GHFT, for
short). I think her name was Jan or Joan, but my recollection is hazy.
Anyway, who didn't show up was one of GHFT's teenage sons, much to the
chagrin of Georgina, who I think came out today more for the prospect of
meeting said son rather than hiking.  But I might be wrong, and Georgina,
as she is wont to do, will surely correct me if I am.

About 8:15, we began hiking.  Embraced by sultry humidity, we ambled up
the shaded valley trail and a few minutes mauka of the junction with the
ridge trail, we headed on a trail to the left.  A ribbon marked the spot
and the left-heading path went through laua'e ferns, scattered guava and
christmasberry trees.  Very soon, the trail crossed a dry Kuliouou Stream
at a rocky section that created a natural bridge.  On the far bank was a
broad slope under large ironwood trees.  The ironwoods created a clear
understory and after a brief climb, we came upon a level clearing with a
fire pit and campsite.  Broken bottles littered the pit and on the ground
in the surrounding area I found "bullets" from paint ball guns, indicating
that enthusiasts of this pastime frequented the area for their battles.

The open slope under the ironwoods continued for a few minutes above the
campsite; then we ascended through the guava zone, which required bobbing,
weaving, and chopping (the latter I did little of but my companions were
much more diligent).  The angle of ascent was generally gentle.  The ridge
did steepen, but that would be a bit later.  On the way up, at at least
two points we came upon well-trodden pig trails that contoured across the
line we were climbing.  Having an inkling that these contours would likely
not net any fruitful way to ascend to the crest, I ignored them and
continued straight-up climbing.  Peter climbed right behind me for a good
ways but stopped to explore one of the pig trails.  To my surprise, GHFT
moved right onto my heels and stayed with me all the way to the ridgetop.

As I indicated earlier, the final segment of the ridge became quite steep,
requiring hand-over-hand upper body clambering.  Also in the decisive
segment, we came upon several rockfaces but were able to exploit
weaknesses in these, to borrow an expression Wing is fond of.  Once at the
ridgetop, GHFT and I rested for a few minutes.  I  then suggested we try
to clear a useable trail through the final steep guava section since the
concluding "trail" we had taken was handhold-deprived and generally
avoided the worst of the guava.  She agreed.

So back down we headed, hacking away at the guava. From time to time, I
whooped out to the others below.  Return whoops indicated my ascending
colleagues were within 100 meters.  While working downward, I came upon
Jay, Georgina, and Peter.  Seeing them, GHFT and I reversed fields and
scrambled back up to the top, with J, G, and P right behind us.  Several
minutes later, Tom topped out, then in rapid succession Mabel, then
Connie, then Gordon.  Upon reaching the ridgetop clearing, an exasperated
Mabel exclaimed, "Oh, my god," hence the christened name of this ridge.

To provide some perspective, the topping out point of Ohmygod Ridge is
just mauka of the uppermost ironwood grove on the middle ridge and is
clearly visible from the Kuliouou trailhead at the end of Kalaau Place.
Take a look the next time you're there.  From that vantage point, the
final section looks ridiculously steep, and, now having done it, we can
report that indeed it is.  Hey, but we all made it, including Mama Mabel,
all seventy-plus years of her.

After we were all together, we set off makai on the middle ridge.  Since
it was still early (10:30), Jay suggested we hike the gently graded
contour trail route over to Kuliouou's west ridge and, with no nays heard
from among us, we did just that.  The junction with the contour trail was
a few minutes makai of the apex of Ohmygod Ridge, and in about ten minutes
we were over on the west ridge settling down under an ironwood tree for
lunch.  From our lunchspot, we had an unhindered view of Kulepeamoa Ridge
as well as Kupaua Valley, the basin that sits between K-West and
Kulepeamoa.

After lunch, we backtracked to the middle ridge, then continued makai,
with the goal of finding yet another route back to Kuliouou Valley.
Several minutes down the middle ridge, we found a promising spot by the
ironwood grove just mauka of Wing's middle ridge access trail.  Spotting a
potential line, Tom and I headed down on the mauka side of the grove while
the others, with Jay, Peter, & Wil as the ramrods, began descending near
the grove's center.  Regardless of where we began, we all arrived
generally in the same place: next to the Board of Water Supply pumping
station that one can get to by following the chained-off paved road at the
end of Kala'au Place.  We had to negotiate several rockfaces en route, but
all had weaknesses (wave to La Wingo) and were surmounted with little
difficulty.  In addition to the rockfaces, our route was dry, dusty and
populated by ulei, guava, and koa haole.  Near the pumping station, I
poked around in the dry streambed and came upon two pig carcasses hanging
in trees.  I reported the discovery to the others via walkie-talkie, and
Tom, in reply, said, "You always seem to find the pigs."

We all were back at Kala'au by 12:30 and we enjoyed part of our 4th of
July partaking of snacks and soft drinks there, while we watched hikers
coming and going on their way to the Kuliouou State trail.  Speaking of
the Fourth, I hope everyone is having a good one.  If nothing else, my
hiking companions and I had an interesting time on part of ours.

--dkt

Olympus to Makapuu

Man Friday rendition of Olympus-Makapuu trample

On Saturday June 23rd Man Friday had the honor and privilege to
participate in the HTMC Super hike XIII.  Although Man Friday had
previously notified the HTMC of his plans to take the summer off to
spend QT with his soon to be 7 year old son, the lure of this adventure
was just too much to pass up.  What sewed it up was a chance encounter
with HTMC super super hiker Richard Fernandez.  Man Friday had coached
his son (the maya prince) up the Tom-tom trail and while resting at the
summit Richard came trampling by and invited Man Friday to participate
in XIII.  Man Friday has difficulty in turning down almost any request
initiated from HTMC or the members so an email was dispatched to Dayle
Turner, (hike coordinator) requesting his name be added to the roster.

The Hike:

A most gracious offer was extended to Man Friday for transport to the hike
rendezvous by Dayle alias (Koolau bear).  Man Friday was touched by the
HTMC VP's offer but declined as he believed he would need to jog the 3
miles to the Makapuu lookout to get warmed up for the hike.  As it turned
out Man Friday was intercepted en route Saturday morning by HTMC
corresponding sexy Ralph Valentino. Man Friday's comment to Ralph after
accepting transport was, "cant a guy get a little work out in before going
for a stroll on the Koolaus?".  Thus after only 2 miles of jogging with a
25lb pack, Man Friday was whisked away to the rendezvous spot.

Familiar faces were present at the lookout.  Ralph and Justin would offer
transport to St. Louis heights.  Super super hikers Dave Waller and
Richard Fernandez arrived, as did Dayle, Thea and Mr. Hiroshi Sakae.  Mr.
Sakae would prove at the end of the day that running marathons is a good
training aid to hiking the Koolaus!  That was it, 6 members to attempt
the trample and Dayle mentioning 5 members dropping out (no names given).
Man Friday was a little disappointed in the attrition and was even hoping
for a surprise arrival from Paka, to no avail. No doubt Steve Browns
wedding had an effect on actual hiker numbers, nonetheless we all wish
him and his new wife well.

Dayle gave the hikers a brief synopsis of what was to be expected along
the trail and throughout the day.  Mr. Sakae's eyebrows raised on hearing
we would be on the trail between 9 and 10 hours.  Man Friday was also
miffed as to the amount of time it would require to complete the traverse.
Nonetheless the hikers seemed in good spirits and game for the challenge
ahead of them.

During the transport to the trailhead Man Friday overheard Justin
conversing with Thea as to his dislike of the Waahila trail.  Justin
pointed out the trail can be very slippery at times, with all the rocks
and boulders one must negotiate.  How prophetic his words would be.

The group arrived at the park and final farewells and thank yous were
exchanged.  Dayle gave final instructions and noted that water caches were
in place on the summit.  The group was advised to drink plenty of liquid
during the hike.  At 7:47am the hikers began their long day hike.

Man Friday immediately assumed the lead position and set the pace.  Dayle
informed the group it would be nice to make the summit by 9:00 am and Man
Friday accepted the day's first small challenge.  Also prior experience
with LONG day hikes has given Man Friday important knowledge as to what
can and cannot be done with the body.  As the saying goes, "man's got to
know his limitations".  Man Friday had no intention of spending 10 hours
on the trail, he would either complete the hike in timely fashion or crash
and burn!  Accessing the other hiker capabilities Man Friday felt
confident the hike was doable in less than 9 hours.  A steady pace with a
slight "hurry up attitude" would no doubt get the group to Makapuu lookout
before 5:00pm.  No complaints were signaled by Dayle as to the pace being
set, although he did say, "Hope we can keep it up the whole day!"

On the way up the Waahila trail Dayle entertained the group with a story
from the past of a couple of hikers he came along enthralled in the height
of lust directly on the trail!  He pointed out the exact spot on the
trail, and everyone got a chuckle out of the story and the mood was set
for the remainder of the hike.  Man Friday had to admire the hike
coordinator's timing at telling the tale, as it could not have come at a
better time. The group was off and hiking at a good clip, the day would
be long and difficult at times, but Dayle's tale put everything into
perspective, this adventure above all would be fun, enjoyable,
challenging to be sure, but an outright good experience.   And indeed we
did have fun and all enjoyed the adventure regardless of the pain and
fatigue we all endured!

Once the group reached the junction towards the summit Man Friday stepped
up the pace.  Super hikers Richard and Dave where a few minutes behind,
Mr. Sakae, Dayle and Thea brought up the rear guard.  As Man Friday
negotiated a descent off the top of a boulder his right foot slipped out
from underneath him and crashing down he went.  His right forearm absorbed
the full weight of his body and 25lb pack.   It was a painful fall and Man
Friday began seeing stars but his feet kept moving he was too embarrassed
to slow down.  Man Friday quickly recovered and kept moving up the trail
even though the pain from his arm was acute!  A contusion was beginning to
appear on the forearm but Man Friday focused his thoughts on the trail
and pace being set.  He also recalled Justin's conversation with Thea, and
thought to himself, Justin was right!  For the remainder of the ascent to
Olympus Man Friday would have to shrug off the pain and numbness in his
right forearm.

Man Friday continued to push hard and finally stopped for a water break at
the flat spot just before the final step ascent to the summit.  Liquid
replenishment was gladly slurped down and gators were donned as the
vegetation was beginning to be noticeable to the bare legs.  The others
arrived within a couple of minutes and all gratefully hydrated at the
break spot.  Dayle mentioned the group should probably eat and drink while
on the move, at which the others just laughed.  Super hiker Richard took
the lead and powered the group up the 1/8 of a mile or so to the summit.
Before taking the ramrod Richard asked Man Friday, "Why are you hiking so
fast?". At which Man Friday replied, "Dayle said he wanted us on the
summit by  9:00 am!"  Well the group made the summit around 9:00am in
about 1 hour and 15 minutes.  That was the easy part now the real hike
would begin.

With the initial pace set Man Friday took the ramrod again and had full
intention on keeping it up.  The other hikers expressed no complaints as
Man Friday blazed through the vegetation opening up the previous swath.
Man Friday was surprised that Dayle had not assumed the ramrod slot.
Dayle usually enjoys plowing his way through vegetation and more
challenging terrain.  But as hike coordinator perhaps he felt that a
middle or near sweep position was more appropriate today, he never led on.

Between Olympus and Kaau was overgrown but fortunately not muddy.  Man
Friday maintained a steady pace and was thanked by gatorless Richard (who
wore shorts) for the good job he was doing opening up the swath.  As the
group approached more open terrain Richard would grab the ramrod and
charge every Puu on route.  Upon approaching the hill or knoll he would
cry out, "banzai", or "attack".  The super hiker would then charge up the
hill like a man possessed and leave the rest of the group 10 to 15 yards
behind.  In the spirit of things the group also "attacked" the puus and
laughter broke out over Richard's antics.  The laughter would soon turn to
panting as lungs gasped for oxygen on the difficult ascents.  Upon
reaching the apexes Richard would take a short break and Man Friday would
pass by and continue the pace.  Soon all hikers would be taking breaks at
the top of almost every puu conquered!!

The group basically stayed together throughout the day with Man Friday and
Richard swapping the ramrod.  Richard giving way to the more vegetated
areas and often times expressing his desires to napalm or agent orange
all vegetation on all trails!  Thea pulled up the rear the entire morning
and Man Friday began to wonder if she was all right.  Actually she had the
best strategy of all the hikers: let the men create a nice swath so her
hike experience could be less taxing and more enjoyable.  She changed her
strategy after lunch and stayed tight with the pack the remainder of the
day, one strong wahine that hiker.  Thea is probably the strongest wahine
hiker in the entire club if not one of the strongest hikers period!  Hats
off to her for her endurance and determination to chalk up another super
hike.

We decided to lunch at Kuliouou West summit about 11:55 am?  Strategy was
discussed as all were looking forward to completing the hike by 4:00pm?
That would still give the group time to crash Steve Brown's wedding
reception!  As it was the group was 40 minutes ahead of schedule.  It
should be noted the weather was most agreeable on this day, with high
cloud cover (no sun) and breezy sometimes-blustery trade winds.   Dayle
said it was possible to make an out by 4:00pm but doubtful as after 6
hours the body would certainly make it known whether another 2 to 3 hours
was available.  Dayle also mentioned we should all be thankful for the
weather up to this point, as no doubt the Tom-Tom stretch to Makapuu
would certainly be cloudless!

Lunch break concluded at approximately 12:25 with Richard charging off
into the lead and Man Friday picking up the rear.  Richard carried the
pace the short distance to Kuliouou where two caches of liquid where
retrieved.  The group did not linger in the area long as the strong gust
of wind pelted the hikers with sand from the well-eroded area.  The
Kuliouou area from middle ridge to the lookout is predominantly eroded and
when the trades are blowing HARD the poor hiker feels as if he/she is
being sandblasted on the way through.  Thank goodness Richard maintained
the hurried up pace through the area as more than a few hikers were seen
rubbing the sand out of their eyes!

Between Kuliouou and Mariners Ridge can become confusing at times.
Special mahalos to Justin for laying out markers at key points to help the
group stay on the wind/sand swept trail.  Once past the Kuliouou sand
blasting the group's pace began to fall off due to fatigue.  For the next
40 minutes or so the lead was exchanged as all up front basically lost the
trail and were forced to the rear of the pack as a sort of penalty.

Man Friday eventually took the ramrod minutes before reaching Mariners
ridge and attempted to pick up the pace on the final ascent to the
terminus.  The group was very tight as all made the final hard climb to
the terminus within a few minutes of each other.  The trekkers gladly took
a liquid break and Dayle continue southeast along the trail to retrieve
his water cache just past the ironwoods.  Man Friday offered MO-JO to the
entire group, at which Richard said, "I'll take anything right now if it
will get me to the end of the hike."  All but Dave and Dayle sampled the
mo-jo supplement.  Before heading down the trail Dayle informed the group
they were 50 minutes ahead of schedule.  Hearing the good news the group
unconsciously extended the break a little longer than necessary as no one
was making a move to continue.  During the break Richard asked, "Where is
Dayle and how come he has not come back?"  Man Friday broke out into
laughter at hearing the question and responded, "A seasoned KST veteran
such as Dayle will never hike the same ground twice in one day."
Everyone laughed at the comment but still no one made a motion to
continue the hike.  During the break Mr. Sakae informed Man Friday he was
getting tired and this hike was too long.  Man Friday informed him he
believed they were only about 3 hours away from the autos.

Dave saddled up as if intending to continue and with that signal all the
trekkers jumped to their feet and headed on down the trail.  Dayle was
overtaken within a few minutes as he was in the process of replenishing
his water reserves from his cache.  Man Friday told Dayle about Richard's
question at break at which he laughed and said, "You don't hike the same
ground twice."  Another round of laughter to lift the spirits of the
weary group, and they would need it soon as the sun was just about
finished baking off the remaining cloud cover.

Man Friday led the charge down the Puu and began the ascent on the next
rise.  During the ascent his left quadricep began to spasm/contract, a
sign of dehydration!  Man Friday's pace dropped off considerably and at
the next ascent informed Dayle and Thea of his condition.  Dayle
mentioned he was getting leg muscle spasms as well and Richard was no
longer charging the Puus.  Fatigue and dehydration was beginning to set
in plus as Dayle predicted this stretch of the hike would put the
trekkers under the hot sun's microscope, indeed they were.

The group took a break just before the cable descent to Tom-Tom.  Man
Friday downed a litre of water and consumed a protein bar.  Mr. Sakae
lay sprawled out as if he was taking a suntan or a nap!  What a
sandbagger, he would turn out to be the strongest finisher!  Dave did not
say much; never does but man can the super hiker hike.  It does not matter
how fast you go or how hard you hike, if you hike with Dave he is always
like a shadow.  You turn around and he is always there.  Truly a super
hiker and gentlemen as Man Friday has never heard him utter one complaint.
Super hikes were invented for guys like this.

As we sat in the shade of the iron woods bogus thoughts entered Man
Friday's mind to sneak down Tom-Tom and return to the comforts of his cell
at the HTMC clubhouse.  Man Friday expressed this desire to Thea, who
jokingly agreed to the plan.  On hearing of the wimpy bail out plan Dayle
chimed in and said, "Yes an out at Tom-Tom would make it a good day, but
one would miss out on the accomplishment of completing THIS HIKE."  Upon
hearing Dayle's rebuke to Man Friday, Richard arose and gingerly began the
cable section descent.

Downhill and level section hiking had little effect on the muscle spasms
Man Friday was experiencing but the rugged up hill climbs were outright
painful.  Nonetheless on reaching Tom-Tom Man Friday took the lead and
powered the trekkers to the next rise.  The ascent is not that steep but
after 6 hours of solid hiking and the hot sun beating down on one's head
it felt like hiking the steepest part of the Haiku stairs!  Upon
completing the ascent Man Friday collapsed in the ironwood grove and all
other hikers took a break as well.  When Dayle arrived he said, "I
thought we were going to take our next break at the next ironwoods?"  No
one else complained about taking another break so soon at which Richard
offered Man Friday a gatorade and gratefully gulped down!  The soft iron
wood needles felt good to lay in but indeed the group had to get a move
on.  Dayle made the motion to continue and the group stayed tight up to
the Nike station.  Once at the Nike station wimpy thoughts were expressed
to take the road all the way out, but dismissed without prejudice!

Once past the Nike station Man Friday was determined not to take another
break until the group reached the Makapuu lookout.  With Richard again
taking the lead the group moved towards its goal at a more subdued pace.
After making another difficult ascent to an unknown/named Puu Richard and
company took another H2O break.  Man Friday continued southeast and began
the last major descent.  Almost to the bottom of the descent and with no
one in site Man Friday began to worry if something had gone wrong with the
group.  Man Friday halted and was able to make radio contact with Dayle,
who informed him all was ok and that the trekkers where indeed just
resting.  Good news.

After conversing with Dayle Man Friday picked up his pace and continued
towards the lookout. The sun was hot, but the brisk trade winds made it
bearable, as the final section of the trek is much like a desert.  Not
only does the hiker have to deal with the hot sun, but the actual ground
and boulders also emit heat and the body begins to burn up if liquid
consumption is neglected.

The final ascent was quite laborious for Man Friday as the spasms
manifested once again.  On the way up Man Friday turned northwest and
observed the group of trekkers heading his way in good form.  Mr. Sakae,
Dave and Thea all heading his way and no doubt if they could maintain
their pace would meet up with Man Friday for the final walk down the
Pali. Mr. Sakae was actually scorching the trail and Man Friday figured
he would overpass him by the time he reached the Puu with the three
poles.

On reaching the Puu with the 3 poles Man Friday took a much needed water
break.  He drank another litre of water and consumed the remainder of a
protein bar.  While resting on a warm boulder with his thigh pressed tight
against it to keep his leg warm, Man Friday waited for the arrival of Mr.
Sakae.  Within minutes the mighty marathoner arrived, sat down and drank
some of his own H2O.  Man Friday was amazed at Mr. Sakae, the guy looked
like he was not sweating, as a matter of fact the guy looked like he just
started the hike!  Man Friday challenged Mr. Sakae to make an out by
4:30pm.  Mr. Sakae responded, "4:45".  Man Friday radioed Dayle and told
him that him and Mr. Sakae would be attempting to out at 4:30 and off they
went.

Mr. Sakae set a brisk pace with Man Friday close behind.  Funny when
confronted with a challenge all thoughts of the leg spasms and forearm
contusion dissolved from Man Fridays mind, interesting.  At 4:19 Man Friday
informed Mr. Sakae they had 11 minutes to make their goal.  On hearing the
news Mr. Sakae broke out into a jog/run.  Man Friday stayed in hot pursuit
and the two trekkers blasted down the rocky trail with Man Friday calling
out time left and advising on appropriate descent route.  At 4:24pm Mr.
Sakae reached Kam highway with Man Friday a few seconds behind.  They both
crossed the road together and shook hands by the automobiles at Makapuu
lookout.

Dave and Thea arrived within 10 minutes and Dayle was a few minutes behind
them.  Mr. Sakae inquired into the whereabouts of Richard and Dayle
informed the group he was right behind but having foot difficulties.
Within a few minutes Richard came into view limping down the final descent
supported by a kiawe branch!  He joined the group at the rendezvous spot
at 4:40pm.  All trekkers congratulated each other and all where happy to
have completed the hike under schedule by 1 hour and 20 minutes!

In conclusion Man Friday would like to thank Dayle Turner for his
organizational skill and creative genius in coming up with new and
adventurous hikes which push the limits of the HTMCers.  Special thanks to
Richard "banzai" Fernandez for requesting Man Friday's participation in
the event and for his gung ho attitude through out the hike.  Thanks also
to iron man Dave, Thea and Mr. Sakae for being part of a team that
motivated and supported each other to complete the trek and make it
enjoyable. Special thanks to God the almighty for allowing us to partake
and enjoy his creation and for giving us the spirit and heart to complete
the adventure safely.

Man Friday

Olympus to Makapuu

Five of us did the club hike today.  Hike start time: 7:40 a.m. at Waahila
trailhead.  Hike end time: 4:40 p.m. at Makapuu Lookout--9 hours on the
trail. It was an ideal day for this hike, with a cloudless summit all the
way, high clouds to block the sun, and brisk trades to keep us cool.  God
was smiling upon us.

The hike up Waahila was uneventful and we summited at 9:00.  We were then
eastbound on the crest, passing a parade of summits--Kaau Crater, Lanipo,
Waialae Nui, Wiliwilinui, Wailupe, Hawaii Loa, Kulepeamoa, and then
Kuliouou West.  The trail along the summit was generally good, especially
the segments the club hikes and maintains.  The most brushy sections were
between Olympus and Kaau and between Kulepeamoa and K-West.  We reached
the latter at noon and ate lunch there.  I made walkie-talkie contact
with Ken Suzuki, who was leading a hike for the Nature Center in
Maunawili.

I had suggested that folks leave water caches at either Kuliouou or
Mariner's Ridge, and three of us did just that, so we ended up with close
to 4 supplemental gallons to replenish our H20 supplies along the way.
And this water proved very helpful to us, especially as the long day wore
on.

To my surprise, the only other hikers we saw on this beautiful day were
some folks at a distance heading down the Kuliouou state trail.
Otherwise, we saw no one else during the hike.

The hikers:  Hiroshi Sakae, Man Friday (who didn't want his real name
used), Dave Waller, Richard Fernandez, Dayle Turner.

Comments: Five folks, for various reasons, had to withdraw prior to
today's hike.  I hope they, and other interested hikers, organize
a group to complete this hike someday.  To me, the hike, in a much lesser
degree, is akin to thru-hiking the Appalachian or Pacific Crest Trails.
Hiking it section by section is an accomplishment, but hiking it in one
shot is a tough but doable challenge. I'll gladly offer information and
logistical support for anyone who gives this a shot, just don't ask me to
do it with you.  One time is enough.  :-)  One pitfall of today's hike is
that it finished at a time that would not allow any of us to attend the
wedding of HTMC folks Steve Brown and Lin Black.  Congratulations and best
wishes to them nonetheless.

Kudos: Ralph Valentino and Justin Ohara for shuttling us to Waahila in the
morning. Kirby Young, whose excellent OHE write-up of this hike helped
provide a frame of reference for us.  The HTMC trail crew, for all the
work done on sections of trail along the summit.  Dick Cowan, for the
solid cable on the cliff section just before TomTom.  Much mahalo to these
folks.

For those who want to take a look, Kirby's write-up is at

 http://www.geocities.com/oheposts/5-25c.html

Go HTMC!

--dkt

Malaekahana ridge, Koolau summit trail, Kahuku trail

A bunch of us did a big loop today.  The whole thing had to be at least 12
miles;  some think it could have been as much as 15.  Whatever it was, we
all had a sweaty, muddy workout.  Ken Suzuki even said the plants along
the Kahuku Trail are better compared to sister ridges, Laie and
Malaekahana.  So go now, plant lovers!

The hike started at the Laie ballpark on Poohaili Street.  The first phase
was a romp along a dirt road that passed the Laie trailhead and crossed a
(dry) stream. There are several side roads on the left and right
leading to farms.  One concern along this stretch is harassment by
dogs.  A couple barked and growled as we went by in the a.m. but no dog
hassles took place in the p.m., at least when I went by.

Not long after the stream crossing, we headed mauka on another dirt road.
This road eventually becomes eroded and rutted and then transitions
into the Malaekahana Trail, which we headed up. About an hour from the
cars, we passed the junction with the trail heading down to Malaekahana
Stream and continued mauka up the ridge.  The trail beyond the junction
was overgrown but still passable.

Eventually, the ridge trail angles left, goes over several humps, and
arrives at a junction at a low saddle, now very well ribboned. This is
about 2 to 3 hours from the cars, depending how fast one goes. It was
there we left the ridge trail (heading right) to begin a segment we
called "The Shortcut to the KST," a longtime brain-child of Bill Gorst.
This route drops down to a little stream, passes some paperbark trees,
winds around some low ridges and ravines, crosses little streams at least
twice more, and eventually gains the summit trail about a half mile (as
the mynah flies) north of the KST/Malaekahana junction.  It takes about
half an hour.

Once on the KST, our loop headed right (north) toward the Pupukea summit
hilltop, where the terminus of the Kahuku trail resides.  The KST segment
was muddy in many places (to be expected) and about 2/3rds was
well-cleared.  Count on at least an hour to get this part done.

At the base of the Pupukea summit hilltop is a signed junction. Today's
correct choice was to head up to the right (heading straight ahead would
take one around the hilltop and on to Pupukea). Near the top of the hill
was another signed junction.  This is where the Kahuku trail begins/ends.

Getting back to the cars from this location will take approx 3-4
hours.  We did it by heading down the Kahuku trail, which is a typical
uluhe-ohia ridge higher up.  This part is very obvious and marked well.
After the uluhe abates, the trail transitions into the guava zone.  The
corridor thru the guava is generally distinct and well-marked when the way
becomes less clear.  After the guava zone, the trail becomes drier, more
eroded, and populated by vegetation like ironwoods, some pines, and
christmas berry, with some guava thrown in to keep things from
getting too easy/pleasant.

About 90 minutes from the summit, there is a junction with what appears to
be an old jeep road.  We went right at that point, leaving the Kahuku
trail, which continues straight down the ridge, very broad at
this point.  The old road arrives at another junction in a forest of
ironwoods.  The correct way at that point is to head right to begin
descending to Malaekahana Stream.  Ribbons mark the way, which eventually
gets steep and proceeds down a swath thru uluhe, then a large eroded
patch, and then puts one in the side fork of the (dry) stream.  The side
fork quickly leads to a junction with the main (babbling) stream.  At that
point, there is ribboned trail that gets the old ticker a-pumping by
climbing steeply to the ridgetop of the south side of Malaekahana Stream.

Once the ridgetop is gained, the trail heads mauka for a short spell, then
swings to the left thru a forest of guava and ironwoods. This area is well
marked.  The trail reaches a barbed-wire fenceline, which is followed for
a bit and then ducked under at a ribboned point.  A road covered
with horse manure heads makai to mauka (head makai).  Heading as such will
lead to a large antenna tower.  Near the tower is an indistinct (but
ribboned well today) path that heads to the right.  This path leads to a
gate and the start/end of a dirt road.  Go thru the gate (make sure to
secure the gate with the attached rope) and proceed down the road.

This road will lead to a junction with the dirt road leading to
Malaekahana that was walked on earlier.  The conclusion of the hike is the
dirt road amble back to the Laie ballpark.

Some notes about today's hike:

Several folks ran out of water en route.  This is at least a three-liter
hike, especially in the summer months.

Walkie-talkies were useful in helping us keep track of who was where.  For
those who don't have a walkie-talkie, consider purchasing one (you
listening, Wing?).

After the hike, Mabel was presented with the donated monies to help her
with the sizable towing fee she had to pay after the Schofield/East Range
mishap. Much thanks to all who contributed to the fund.

Roll-call: Mabel Kekina, Bill Gorst, Connie & Gordon Muschek, Jay Feldman,
Nathan Yuen, Peter Kempf, Pat Enomoto, Jim Wilburn, Art Isbell, Laura
Owens, Thea Ferentinos, Karen Hashimoto, Mike Lindstrom, Deetsie Chave,
Ken Suzuki, Carole K. Moon, June Miyasato, Ralph Valentino, Steve Becker,
Lynne Masuyama, Mike Algiers, Dayle Turner.

Next week Sunday's TM: Pauoa Woods.  Meet at 8 a.m. up on Tantalus near
the ewa point of the the Manoa Cliff Trail (nka Kalawahine Trail).

--dkt

Koolau summit trail Pupukea to Waikane

There's a saying that only fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
What does this have to do with the following account?  Read on and you'll
hopefully see the connection.

Nine of us took the plunge into the mud of the Oahu mountains this
weekend, hiking from Pupukea to Waikane via the Koolau Summit Trail.  We
spent two nights out, the first at the Kawailoa terminus and the second at
the Poamoho Cabin.  Participants were Ken, Ralph (co-coordinators),
Carole, June, Thea, Georgina, Dave, Justin, and I.  Carole was doing the
KST trip for the seventh (and last) time, she says.  Georgina,
just a teenager, was among a handful of first-time KST backpackers.

Day 1 was Saturday (5/26).  We rendezvoused at Kay Lynch's house in
Hakipuu then were transported over to Pupukea by Tom, Stuart, Larry, and
Kris.  Larry and Tom were able to drive us in their 4x4s all the way up
the Pupukea dirt road to the KST trailhead, saving us 3 miles and an hour
of road walking. Mahalo nui for their efforts and to Bill Gorst for
getting us access to the dirt road beyond the Boy Scout camp.

Everyone set off at their own pace, which was helped or hindered by the
loads carried.  Pack weights ranged from mid-50s (Justin, Ken, Ralph),
to the 30s (all the wahines), to mid-20s (me).  I had intended
to keep my pack under 20 lbs (food and water included) and was
disappointed when it weighed in at 26.  Hiking light is a choice I've
made after some painful experiences hefting heavy loads, including
an ascent of Mauna Loa when I lugged 3 gallons of water and a bunch of
other foolish, bulky crap.  Learn and live.

Anyway, we moved along without much trouble on day 1 since the trail was
relatively clear (due to HTMC TM efforts) and only moderately muddy--the
big mud tango coming on day 2. Significant points along the way were the
junction to the Koolau lookout (where Tom and Stuart found the old Kahuku
trail), the junction with the trail to benchmarked Pupukea summit, the
sign-marked Malaekahana trail terminus and the Laie trail terminus.

A minute after the Laie junction, I had a face-to-face encounter with a
(sick?) pig. I rounded a turn in the trail and saw what I thought was a
dead pua'a on the footpath.  Just as I was about to turn to Carole, June,
and Georgina to tell them about the deceased porker, said porker sprung
to life and commenced a stare-down.  I yelled and struck my hiking pole
on the trail in an attempt to scare off the pig, but scare it did not.
It, in fact, advanced toward me, which pigs with room to flee typically
don't do (and this pig had plenty of room to flee).  Seeing this, I
commenced a quick, hasty backpedal and ended up crashing backwards
off the trail, now defenseless against the advancing foe. The three
wahines, all a safe distance away, just giggled and cackled at my
situation.  The good news was that the pig did not attack and burrowed
into the bushes away from me.  The bad news was that I was the butt of
jokes at dinner that night.  The wahines even claimed I screamed as I
fell off the trail.  Poppycock.

Our campsite at Kawailoa was once occupied by a cabin.  Now all that
remains of the structure is a single plank and a lone post.  Tom and
Stuart had hiked up via Laie the weekend before to chop weeds around the
site, to dig a couple of holes for our lua, and to flag the trail leading
to a nearby water source.  They also cleared a good deal of the section
between Laie and the campsite.  Nice job and thanks to those two.

We were able to set up nine tents in and around the site and we also
fashioned a nice lookout on the pu'u overlooking the camp.  After dinner,
we used the lookout as a place to kick back, watch the sunset (nice), talk
story, and stay out of the wind.  Earlier, Dave had hiked across the
swampy area adjacent to our camp to climb a landing pad hilltop with a
panoramic view of the surrounding area.  Nobody else did this, probably
because of the swamp and because misty, cloudy conditions would have
hampered views.

The wind was a bit of a nuisance during the night, not only because of
the noise it created by flapping rainflys but also for the cold
it sent into our bones as we tried to sleep.  It also rained at
several points during the night but never anything hard or prolonged.

Day 2 (Sunday, 5/27) was a rough one and began around 6 a.m. Around then,
someone asked Georgina how she had slept during the night

"Horribly," she said.  "I was so cold," a statement we'd hear from her
a bunch more times during the trip.

A few others admitted to being cold and no one, in fact, professed to
sleeping well, which wasn't surprising given the nippy, damp night we'd
had.  As we ate breakfast, then broke down our tents then packed our gear,
the mood was somber and introspective.  Everyone knew we'd have a tough
string of hours ahead of us.

Dave and I were the first to pack up and depart.  Just before we hiked
around a bend in the trail and out of sight of the others, I raised my
right fist overhead, turned to whoever was looking, and bellowed,
"Poamoho!"  Bear in mind I was once a football coach, so I'll never lack
for quasi-pseudo inspirational dogma.

And then we mushed on, with mush being the operative term. We were
constantly in mud, the brown, putrid, boot-sucking kind.  Trying to avoid
mudholes on the KST is futile and those foolhardy to try it end up
expending more energy, battling impenetrable vegetation, and encountering
just more mud.  So the best tactic is to submit to it and just slosh
right on through.  By day's end, we were coated in muck from toe to
crotch.  Yum.

Though never easy, day 2 was made better by several days of trail work
done by Roger in the preceding couple of weekends and also the new
exclosure fenceline installed by Army Environmental, with an assist by
HTMC members, among others.  Good job to all.

Day 2 landmarks included the old Kahuku cabin site (about an hour
from Kawailoa), a beautiful windswept windward section overlooking upper
Kaipapau Gulch, and the Castle junction, where Dave, Thea, Justin, and I
ate lunch and rested. We saw plenty of signs of pigs but never encountered
any. About 30 minutes beyond Castle, we came upon the exclosure
fenceline, which generally follows the KST.  A corridor on both sides of
the fence has been cleared, making for unimpeded, less muddy hiking.
Partway along the fenceline we saw a quonset hut-like structure a
quarter-mile to our right (west).  We also noticed a silhouette next to
the structure.  Was it a person?  Movement confirmed it was.  We later
found out the person was actually two people who had dayhiked over from
Poamoho and the structure was used by the workers building the exclosure
fence.  An unnamed source told me in the area near the structure are
views of a stream (Helemano or Opaeula?) with waterfalls and a pool "as
large as a football field."

The southern end of the fenceline is at the junction with the Peahinaia
Trail.  The fenceline extends down Peahinaia for a distance and then
crosses a couple of drainages to form the exclosure boundary with the
fenceline along the KST.  Among the folks I was hiking with, I heard no
negative comments about the fence, and thanks to oversight from the HTMC
(including Pat, Stuart, Charlotte, and others), the fence doesn't block or
badly infringe on the summit trail corridor.

About midway between the Peahinaia junction and Poamoho, we ran into two
early-twentyish haole guys shouldering big packs. When I saw them, the
first thought that popped into mind was "Wade Johnson" (for those who
don't know about Johnson, he was a BYUH student who, with a buddy, was
backpacking on the KST in the summer of '95. The buddy was found but
Johnson never was).

The two haole guys said they'd come up Schofield, crossed north along
the KST, passed the Poamoho Cabin, and were looking
for cabins they'd heard about beyond Poamoho.  I told them where we'd
come from and that there were no cabins between Poamoho and Pupukea.
Hearing this, they then said they'd try to reach the summit of Laie by
nightfall.  It was nearing 3 p.m. and with darkness hitting in four
hours, I told them reaching the Laie summit was not possible with the
daylight remaining. This information seemed to deflate their enthusiasm,
but they thanked us nevertheless and continued on.  Strangely, no one in
our group of nine other than Dave, Thea, and I saw these backpackers, so
I'm not sure where they went after we talked to them.  I hope they're
okay.

We had heard that Grant might be hiking up Poamoho to join us for the
final night, so we were eager to find out if he had showed up.  Once at
the Poamoho summit, marked by the Cline Memorial Stone, we made the
five-minute walk down the trail to get water at the stream.  As we
approached, we noticed a large tent in the clearing by the stream.  Was
this Grant's?  If it was, he, or whoever it belonged to, wasn't around it
nor in it.  A mystery to try and figure out.

After acquiring water for the night and morrow, it was off to the Poamoho
Cabin.  On the return trip to the Cline Memorial junction, we met a couple
who belonged to the tent.  They'd been the silhouette makers we'd seen by
the quonset hut structure by the exclosure fenceline and knew about our
backpack trip. They'd even contacted one of the coordinators (Ralph?) to
inquire about the trek.  In the morning, they had set out to hike to the
KST/Castle Trail junction but ended up not  getting that far, opting
instead to explore the fenceline and the quonset hut structure in the
Peahinaia area.  Nice folks.

Getting to the 4-bunk Poamoho cabin required a muddy (what's new?)
half-mile slog south along the KST from the Cline Memorial.  Though
spartan, the cabin brought relief from the mud and weather.  The weather,
by the way, was never bad during the trip.  Though it rained briefly, we
were never poured on.  And though clouds blocked views at times, these
times were brief.  In all, the weather was very cooperative.

All nine of us spent the night in the cabin.  As one of the first
arrivers, I snagged one of the bunks, as did Thea, Dave, and June.  Yes,
I could have given my bunk to Carole or Georgina, but after a long day on
the KST, I wasn't feeling chivalrous.

What I did do, however, was congratulate Georgina for enduring the
toughest part of the KST, and with a pack that was at least 10 lbs more
than mine. No matter how much I chided her for whining about being cold,
she'll always have my respect (though she may have preferred my bunk).

But I digress.

The night passed reasonably well, with one challenge being how to make it
thru with people having to get up at various times to answer nature's
call.  I used an old mountaineer's trick:  piss in a bottle.  Yes, this
may seem gross, unsanitary, yada, yada.  But when in a high mountain bivy
suspended from a cliff 5000 feet up (or in my case, in a cabin with bodies
strewn yon and hither), doing number 1 in a bottle is much easier and
more convenient.  A few key points:  [a] make sure to get it in the
bottle; [b] make sure to cap bottle securely; [c] make sure not to
confuse this bottle with the one you use to sip water from; [d] make sure
not to do #2 in a bottle (which is gross, unsanitary, yada, yada).

Okay, let's move on.

Day 3 was the shortest, easiest, and most scenic.  Just like the morning
before, we were up around 6 a.m., having survived a night sleep noises
(read: snoring) and of dark figures going in and out to use the lua (the
lua being the nearest bush).  Breakfast prep and consumption was
followed by packing up for the final leg.  One of the least pleasant
parts of the trip was having to put on the same smelly, dirty clothes we'd
worn the days prior.  But as someone mentioned, after a couple minutes on
the trail, we wouldn't notice the dampness and stench.  Well, at least
that was the theory.

>From the cabin, almost all of the KST to the Schofield junction was on the
windward-facing side of the mountain, making for cool breezes and pretty
views.  Clouds obscured visibility in the area below Pu'u Pauao, which is
about half an hour from the cabin.  Beyond that, views and hiking were
superb, with the lush, remote massiveness of Kahana sprawled out below
us. While hiking along, many could pick out the Kahana peaks we'd
climbed with the club, including the triumvirate of Kila, Ohulehule, and
Manamana. Since we  set off early, the temps and conditions were moderate,
making for enjoyable hiking.

Moving steadily but leisurely, most completed the ~2-mile leg to the
Schofield terminus in two hours.  Following a rest there, what remained
was a final 20-minute swan song on the KST to the Waikane trail
terminus, and then a descent of Waikane itself, the latter being in fine
shape because of recent maintenance efforts by the club.

Having completed the descent of Waikane, many took the refreshing plunge
in the water flume at the bottom of the trail, and then there was a tramp
on the dirt road back to civilization. On the way down, I came upon a huge
black sow and her two keiki.  Unlike other recent encounters with pua'a,
this one was textbook, with my yell sending the porkers scampering into
the brush.

Tom, Mabel, and Grant helped with posthike transport to Hakipuu where we
left our cars.  And Charlotte dropped by with refreshments.  Relaxing and
reflecting on the trip, we hung out at Kay's front yard to enjoy
refreshments and to clean ourselves up. Among the goodies consumed
were cookies, chocolate cream pie ala Mabel, corn dogs, assorted chips,
watermelon, soft drinks, and beer.

Much thanks to Ken, Ralph, and Grant for coordinating the trip and to all
the others for logistical/people-power support.  The outing went well
because of the efforts of all these folks.

Will any of us ever do the KST trip again? I'd bet that most eventually
will, me included. After all, we saw no sign of angels anywhere we hiked.

Malama pono,

--dkt