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