Hawaii Hiking Gear -- Top Three

Assuming you have the basics like a daypack/backpack and shoes/boots with good tread, what other gear would be beneficial for someone hiking a trail in Hawaii? Here are my top three:

1.  Camelbak hydration system.  Hawaii is in the tropics, hence warm weather, hence the need for very good hydration.  A dehydrated hiker is an unhappy and unsteady hiker, so it is important to drink fluids constantly, especially in the Hawaiian climate, where a typical day on the trail will be in the low to mid-80s F even warmer in the summer months.  Since I am a big guy, I require a lot of fluids; hence my system of choice is the camelback 100 oz reservoir which I fill and then slip into my daypack.  Cost is $24 from Amazon.com.
2. Gaiters.  Hawaiian trails can get quite brushy and overgrown, so gaiters help protect the legs, prevent dirt and brush from getting into shoes/boots, and keep shoelaces from becoming undone by trailside bushes and brush.  An inexpensive pair can be purchased from Amazon for about $12.
3. Hiking pole/staff.  I used to have problems with sore feet and knees and even had a bout with plantar faciitis.  The solution for me was to hike with a hiking pole.  What the pole helped me with is balance and cushioning.  A hiking pole, which can be cumbersome when trails are overgrown, is nonetheless a blessing for most hiking trails in the island, especially when conditions are muddy and trails are steep.  There are all kinds of hiking poles on the market but an inexpensive one can be purchased online for less than $20.

Yes, there are all kinds of  gadgets and gear available for hikers, but the three I have mentioned here will help make your Hawaii hiking experience a better one.

Luaalaea Ridge, 1st ascent

One of the benefits of participating in miconia hunts with the Sierra Club is the opportunity to bash around in areas not often explored. In the past year, via SC miconia hunts, I've done a bunch of bashing around in the back of Manoa Valley. One area that caught my interest is to the east of Luaalaea Falls, specifically a spur ridge that extends to the summit, topping out about midway between Konahuanui and Mount Olympus.

Today, Scott "Saxman" Villiger, Wing Ng, and I gave this spur ridge a go. Starting at around 8:30 a.m. at the Manoa Falls trailhead, Scott and I succeeded in reaching the summit in three hours. Wing was somewhere downridge from us. Not sure if he topped out. Am sure that he'll post a report.

Anyway, to get to our spur, we crossed Waihi Stream right where the Manoa Falls trail starts then ambled around in a jumbled area of large ferns. We then picked up the trail leading to Luaalaea Falls and followed it for 10-15 minutes. At a spot that looked as good as any for heading up, we did. Put a double ribbon there for Wing, who had dropped back behind Scott and I somewhere.

Scott and I then began climbing, mostly thru scattered guava. Dry weather in the valley in the past week or two was beneficial, for the ground underfoot was dry. Could see that the slopes would be muddy in wet weather, so I was glad for the parched state of things. After 15 minutes of climbing, we hit occasional patches of uluhe. We lucked out by finding pig trails that skirted or bulldozed right thru the uluhe. Those pigs are good for something. Mahalo na pua'a.

As we continued to climb, we came upon a ten by ten foot clearing on the ridgeline. Planted in the clearing were two to three dozen pakalolo plants, most no more than a foot tall. My altimeter watch indicated the elevation was ~1100 feet. Scott and I were amused but did nothing with the plants. We left plenty of bootprints in the patch, to let the plants' owner know someone had been there. Heh.

More and more, uluhe became a bothersome and energy-zapping barrier as we climbed beyond the pakalolo clearing. We also encountered some steep, narrow dikes, but there were plenty of small trees to grab to help us ascend. One of the tougher segments of the day was a steep area of overhead uluhe at around the 1600-foot level. Our progress was painfully slow there. I even had thoughts of abandoning the summit try due to exhaustion. A well-timed rest break, hydration, and a protein bar helped to nix negative thoughts and reestablish optimism.

The morning and early afternoon, by the way, were perfect for heading to beach. However, the clear skies, piercing sun, and light breezes weren't ideal for climbing a trail-less ridge in the Koolaus. In short, we persevered.

Caught a break when the ridge started to level off and broaden and the vegetation barrier lessened. Uluhe was always there but instead of overhead stuff, it was knee-level or less and not overly thick. In a word, relief.

Scott and I reached the summit at just past 11:30 at an elevation of 2480 feet, sayeth the topo map. We topped out at a grassy bowl along the crest where on past hikes from Konahuanui to Olympus some of us have stopped to eat lunch. Today, we had super clear views to windward and leeward, and we enjoyed the visual reverie as we sat down for a 15-minute lunch stop.

On another day, we probably would have stayed longer at the summit, but Scott had to be back at his car at 1:30-ish because he had go home to shower and change to attend a late afternoon gig at Aloha Stadium. So after our short lunch at the bowl, we packed up and headed south along the summit, my legs feeling wobbly due to the rugged climb up Luaalaea Ridge. The plan was to descend the trail down the ridge we've named Manoa Middle and we reached the junction with this trail after a 15-minute hike along the summit.

The descent of Manoa Middle was tougher and slower than I anticipated because the route is badly overgrown. In some spots the trail has just about been reclaimed by the vegetation. We came upon some places that looked trampled down by hikers but I'd guess that human traffic along this ridge is next to nil.

After a bunch of stumbles and trips due to overgrown conditions coupled with fatigue, we reached the rope trail down to Waiakeakua Stream. Even that trail is overgrown and only a few ribbons saved us from completely losing our way on the steep descent.

Once we reached the trail along Waiakeakua Stream, we were able to pick up the pace. We stopped for a couple minutes so I could take a dreamed-about plunge in the clear, cool pool just below the the Gladstone Wright memorial stone. Feeling re-energized, I hiked out the rest of the way to cars with Scott, arriving there at 1:40.

Scott zipped off in his car for home. In the meantime, I took a couple minutes to jot a note on a piece of paper to let Wing know what we'd done and that we were out and gone. Stuck the note under his driver's side wiper, then drove off, stopping at a nearby convenience store to purchase a 2-liter bottle of Diet Pepsi and some choco-chip cookies. Consumed all this, plus a later purchased apple fritter from 7-11, before arriving at the Kaneohe homestead. Hit the spot.

A good day of hiking. Great workout. Nice views. Good to hike with Scott. Wing, too.

Hope others on OHE had a chance to get out and be outdoors today.

--dkt

Waiakeakua miconia hunt

I know I've had a nice Saturday when among the things I did on it were hiking in a place I've never been; floating peacefully in a pool of a clear, cool mountain stream; talking story with a group of friends while enjoying snacks and cold drinks; and getting a hug and kiss from a pretty young woman.

What am I rambling about? The monthly miconia hunt sponsored by the Sierra Club, of course. I've written about these before as have Charlotte Yamane and Tom Yoza. And we encourage all hikers to turn out for hunts because they're fun, albeit sometimes rugged and strenuous. And the hunts are for a good cause, namely finding and eliminating miconia, the purple-leafed menace, which fortunately hasn't yet made big inroads on Oahu.

For me, the hunts, in addition to the eradication goal, are a good way to grab a workout and do some exploring, two things I relish when hiking. Today, with our targeted search area the east (Koko Head) side of upper Manoa Valley, I got both.

Ten of us turned out this morning, including OHE/HTMC folks Tom Yoza, Kay Lynch, and Stuart Ball. Hoala Fraiolla, Amy Tsuneyoshi, Ray Baker, Ryan Smith, and Randy Ching were the others in our small but interesting cast.

Most OHE list members know Tom, Kay, and Stuart but probably little or nothing about the others. Ho'ala, in her early 20s and a botany student at UH Manoa, is a sweet young woman with an angelic personality. She was the listed leader of today's expedition, and during the pre-hunt spiel, I could sense her nervousness telling us veterans the procedures and the day's plan. But we all were nice and she overcame her nervousness and did fine. Acting as co-leader was Amy, plant propagator at the Board of Water Supply's Halawa Xeriscape Garden. She's a veteran of many hunts, and I'd bet if Amy were to come out hiking with the HTMC, she'd be one of the top wahines in the mountains. A tough cookie, no doubt. Dr Baker, the grounds superintendent for Lyon Arboretum, is an expert on palms and a strong hiker to boot. Ryan, in his mid-20s, is upbeat, energetic and works for the Oahu Invasive Species team. In other words, he hunts miconia and other invasive flora for a living. Randy is a former HTMC member (he says he'll reapply for membership in the future), the Oahu Outings Chair for the Sierra Club, and a math teacher at Maryknoll School. He's also a nice guy who I've hiked with before.

A new twist for miconia hunting was that we each were issued a compass beforehand. Tom gave a brief lesson on orienteering (a former Boy Scout?) and Ryan tested our ability to find a compass bearing by having us turn and face a given direction. Good news: we all passed!

Ryan said the plan was to use the compasses to maintain an established course while hunting. For example, if a bearing of 90 was stated, we'd use our compass to maintain that line and thus the keep the spacing between us.

"Sounds good in theory," I said, smiling while thinking about how the terrain often dictates how well we can maintain our search phalanx.

"Everything sounds good in theory," replied Amy with a chuckle.

As it turned out, I never used my compass during the entire outing. And neither did any of the others on the four-person team I was on. So much, it seems, for theory. On my team, by the way, were Ryan, Tom, and Ray. We ended up searching a ravine I'd never hiked before. The ravine stemmed off to the right (east in this case) of Waiakeakua Stream just makai of the Gladstone Wright Memorial Stone. Tom and I focused on the left side of the ravine and Ray and Ryan the right. Meanwhile, Amy and Ho'ala led the others in a systematic sweep of an area west of us between Waiakeakua Stream and Waaola Stream. In the end, no one found any miconia, a good result.

The day was a humid scorcher, and by lunch time my shirt and pants were soaked with perspiration as if I'd just emerged from a swimming pool. I achieved this soaked state as a result of a couple hours of grunting and clawing my way up a spur ridge to the Wa'ahila/Olympus trail. After reporting my whereabouts via walkie-talkie to my teammates, I sat down (more like collapsed) to eat and rest at a clearing often used as a rest stop by Wa'ahila hikers. In fact, when I stepped onto the clearing, a haole couple was resting there. As one might guess, they were surprised to see me appear in a spot where no trail existed and, of course, they were curious about what I'd been doing and where I'd come from. So I told them about the hunts, and they expressed interest in volunteering for one in the future. I hope they do.

No less than a dozen hikers went by as I sat in the clearing for lunch. Later, after I was finished eating my cottage/tuna/curry goulash, I hiked down the Wa'ahila trail because I was too sapped to head back down the spur ridge I'd climbed. As I hiked along, I saw that the trail up Wa'ahila is being well-used and is open. Good deal.

Arriving at a signed junction, I headed down the Kolowalu trail, noticing a typo "Kolowalo" on the Na Ala Hele trail sign. I came upon seven more hikers huffing their way up Kolowalu. I give them credit, since Kolowalu is a lung-buster to ascend, even moreso given today's hot mugginess. From Kolowalu, I hiked along the Pu'u Pia trail for ten minutes then descended a steep "trail" to return to Waiakeakua Stream.

Still dripping with perspiration, I figured I'd cool off by way of a dip in a pleasant little pool a minute makai of the Gladstone Wright Memorial. Arriving at the pool, I took off my daypack, fanny pack, and shirt. Then, kaboom, in I plopped, the cold water of the pool infusing energy into my tired, overheated body. Feeling the heat from my body core plummeting pleasantly, I just floated there. I don't know how long I lounged in the pool, maybe just fifteen minutes. But the time spent was wonderful, and I daydreamed of small-kid days when I spent hours swimming, diving, and playing in the stream near where I lived in Kaneohe.

I had hoped to wait at the pool for Tom, Ryan, and Ray, but I decided to hike out after a walkie-talkie call to them indicated they'd probably take a while to reach my location. When I hiked back to where we had left our cars, I saw Stuart, Kay, and members of their team waiting there. Ho'ala had guava juice and potato chips for us, and we enjoyed these as we talked story and relaxed on a bus stop bench along Manoa Road. Fifteen minutes later, Tom, Ryan, and Ray appeared, and they, too, joined in on the refreshment and talk-story session.

Before we left, Ho'ala gave each of us a hug and a kiss on the cheek

"Thank you, uncle," she said when I received my hug and kiss.

"You're welcome, Ho'ala," I replied. "See you next month."

A nice Saturday it was.

--dkt

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