Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1999 22:56:57 -1000 From: Dayle K. Turner (firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Kaena-Kealia
Steve Poor called at 7 ayem, requesting that I join him and company at Pohakea Pass. I told him I'd think about it.
I did. Decided to pass and head out to Kaena Point for the club hike. Actually, I first headed to Iolani Palace to find out where the hike would start. Phil Booth (the coordinator) said it'd be the Mokuleia side. Sounds good to me, I thought.
I like driving out on that side, especially the cruise through the pineapple fields past Wahiawa and the descent to Waialua via Kaukonahua Road. Really pleasant and relaxing.
At the end of the highway where the hike was to start, a whole gaggle of people were there, including Pat Rorie (who is many things but not a thief, btw) and Fred Boll (who is 63 and hikes like he's 36). Chris Walker, the guy who produces the "Let's Go Hiking" show, was also there, his video camera recording the outing for a future episode. Chris Corliss (the newest convert to cleated shoes) and hubby Larry Oswald are there, too. Ditto for daughter, Ginger.
The weather scenario was pleasant--cool trades and overcast skies. Hopefully, the conditions will remain this way all the while during our outing, I thought.
It's two miles to the point, said Phil, and the big group pretty much stuck together during the hour it took us to get there. A sizable group of other hikers were already at the point or heading back. And when our group arrived we all melded together as one big gaggle.
Some folks headed down to the tide pools along the shore to swim or kick back. A few explored the trail heading toward Yokohama on the Waianae side of the coast. Others just kicked back by the signal light.
I chatted with an older woman about the significance of the area to Hawaiians. The westernmost point is believed to be the jumping off place to the world of afterlife. This belief holds true for other Polynesian peoples, Tahitians, for example, said the woman. Interesting stuff.
On the way back, I showed Fred the sacred rock believed to be the jumping off place of the souls. He mentioned that he better not linger around it for long lest his soul decide to leap.
The return leg seemed much longer than the outbound one, but we completed it okay all the same. Right by the parking area, a couple of dirt bikers caught their jollies by kicking up dust with their cycles. The skinnier of the two took a nasty spill when he misjudged the landing after propelling over a bump. Ouch.
Pat shared a ride with Fred, and Paka hadn't returned by the time I decided to leave (too much dust by the dirt bikers).
It was still relatively early (12:45) and I still felt a need for more exercise (remember, I'm excess-calorie challenged), so I stopped at the Dillingham Airfield to hike up the Kealia switchbacks. A pole in each hand, I pushed myself hard going up, working up a good sweat and getting the old pulse rate elevated. Took a rest at the picnic shelter at the top for about 15 minutes and then headed down at a relaxed pace.
The views from the upper switchbacks were simply wonderful, and the cool ocean breezes sweeping up the pali added to my enjoyment. I saw one guy headed up a couple switchbacks before the top and a young couple at the bottom, also headed up.
I felt good as I drove home and was glad about my hiking choices for the day.