February 2005


18 February - Hiking

A few days ago, we went on another RALOHE (ReAlly LOng HikE.(New term.)) Papa kept on saying “It's only 10 miles”. Ever since the Baton Death March on Fraser Island, I haven't trusted him with any distance calculations. He was almost right this time. If he got rid of the “only” in his calculation, then he would have been more totally correct. We went with Ev and his friend Doug. The hike started from a plateau, and the lookouts were located on ridges below the Plateau. It had rained a lot the day before, and the ground on the first part looked like a giant had a bloody nose, boogers and all. The red mud declined as we progressed further on the trail. The trail made an U. The first part went down, the second part was a cliff trail, and the third part was back up.

For clarity, I will split the hike into 3 parts. The first part of the hike was really muddy and slippery. A toboggan would be more welcome than good hiking shoes. During this part, most people were so preoccupied with making their way down without injuring their gluteus maximus, that there was very little talking done. The only conversation was warnings of slippery areas. Nikki was the one exception. She was more than happy to show that her brand new sandals had so much traction that she didn't have to pay attention to the trail. A near fall stopped this and she became as cautious as the rest of us. At the steepest downhill, water had carved 3 feet deep trenches, so you had a choice between the dry high ground, or the slippery but fun trench. I bet anyone can guess which on Nikki and I chose. Once we got to the lookout (and lunch) and head of the second trail, it was a lot different. The ground was a lot drier, and the ground was level, so the going was easier. The second trail went through two different micro-climates, one like a plain, and another like a rain forest. Once or twice I turned around a corner and found myself in a totally different climate. This was the least challenging part. The third bit of the trail was as easy as the second, but about a mile longer. It was a nice, easy uphill, and to top it all off, Ev volunteered to walk the extra mile and get the car. But that was just the whipped cream, and we still had to have the cherry on top! The cherry was some really great pizza at a place I have been wanting to go to ever since we arrived here. All in all, not a bad RALOHE.


Your favorite part of the hike.

Part 1 75% Nikki, Tristan, Karin

Part 2 25% Scott

Part 3 0%

28 February - Wahi'awa

Six days ago we sailed to a little bay on the South coast of Kauai called Wahi'awa Bay. After we had put down the anchor, Nikki and I made some money by scrubbing the bottom of the boat. Papa and mama worked for free, of course. That was the only thing I did that day, besides reading. Most of the days all blurred into one because we had the bay and the beach to ourselves and did lots of fun and lazy things. The days I do remember the best were the 2nd, 4th and 5th days. On the second day, I made more money by scrubbing the other hull. We also had a bonfire that night, against my protests that we would be eaten by mozzies. In the end I decided to come along, but not before spraying myself thoroughly with mozzie repellant. The bonfire was actually quite nice. Momma had made a hut earlier in the day, and we made the fire close to that. I think that sitting in the hut makes the fire a lot cooler ( the awesome cool, not the cold cool), because it felt like we were on “Survivor”. After this, I didn't object to anymore bonfires. The fourth day we spent almost the whole day (after we did homework) on the beach. I had found a large stick and thought it would be fun to climb up it while it was stuck in the water. So I dug it into the sand and tried to climb up, but I was to heavy for it, and it fell into the water. That was really fun, so I showed Nikki. She said it would be even more fun if she got higher, so we call papa over to help. Papa and I both held onto the stick, and Nikki climbed up, using our hands as rungs. She got to the top of our hands, and we encouraged her to go even higher. All of a sudden the stick started crackling, and snap! It had broken in half, below Nikki, so she fell down backwards, still holding on the the to of the stick. It was very funny and exciting! On the 5th day we went for a walk to Glass Beach. On the way there we had to walk over an old land fill. We decide to go tide-pooling on the rocks in front of the landfill. The water wasn't clear and there weren't a lot of creatures, but there was something else that was attention grabbing. There were a lot of engine blocks from the twenties and thirties, and these, along with other pieces of engines and other kinds of machinery, were slowly becoming one with the rock. The result was an orange rock that looked like an engine. By the way, Glass Beach wasn't named for the glass coming out of the walls of the landfill, but it was named so because the whole beach consisted of beach glass instead of sand. It was one of the coolest beaches I have ever seen.

The sail back was one of the worst times I ever had. I was on the verge of throwing up, but I couldn't. The ride wasn't even really bumpy most of the time, I just didn't feel good. Toward the end there was a weird cross swell, like the ones in wave pools, only these were six feet high. The only good that came out of this was that I got a half hours sleep to make up for that half hour I missed the night before because I read until too late. When the engines finally came on, I was happy to hear their thrumming.