|Required pre-hike stop|
The trail head was crowed and I parked my rented Chrysler 300 (avoid this one my fellow tall folk - the head room is bad) in the rocky overflow lot. As I sun-screened up and got the pack on, more people trickled in to the lot, grinding the bottoms of their cars on the rocks trying to park. Passing the bathrooms and a beach, I hit the trail.
|The warnings are laid on thick right from the start.|
The Kalalau trail gets right down to business with a steep, rocky incline taking you up to a viewpoint over the beach. Once you are up there, the trail continues to hug the landscape, alternating between a high viewpoint where you can see back up to the first beach and forward on to other edges of the island you will be traversing, and treks down and inward where there is usually some creek to cross.
|View of Ke'e beach from 1/4 mile in|
I would not call it hot, but the weather is warm enough and humid enough that it got me to shedding sheets of sweat most of the time as there is little break from the uphill and downhill repeats. I drank a few liters of water the first day while hiking, more than usual for me.
The trail is pretty busy with other day hikers until you reach the two mile mark where there is a large creek crossing and small dangerous beach. Many people have died there and it does look turbulent with large waves breaking right on shore. I busted out my trekking poles for the first time here to make the crossing and continued on with them.
|First crossing at 2 miles.|
I continued on the next couple miles seeing the occasional backpackers making their return trip. The trail continued to be slick in most places with a thin layer of mud coating it. It was different traversing the trail with trekking poles and I'm not sure if I prefer it or not yet. It may be that I need to get more experience using them, but in general, it seems like you trade paying better attention to where you put your feet and using your arms to balance for not having the best footing but being stabilized by the poles.
Somewhere a little before the gate which is around 3.5 miles in, I stopped for a small lunch and much needed rest. This was the first time I got some rain, and it just lasted a few minutes. The gate marks the beginning of the Na Pali nature reserve, and it is quite dramatic to approach. You are at a high point and cross the gate to come upon a grand panorama of Hawaiian mountain peaks.
|Other side of the gate|
Awed by the scenery and getting tired, I went the last couple miles and made the gradual descent into Hanakoa valley which is about six miles in, eager to set up camp and rest. There were a few tents of couples and another soloist named Christina that I met set up there.
I cleaned up in the stream close by, and got my tent set up. As the afternoon turned into evening the brief bouts of rain seemed to come more frequently. Eventually I got pretty rested and some dinner in me and settled down for the night. The jungle is warm and moist, the least optimal sleeping conditions for me. Luckily a combination of being really beat and it cooling down just enough allowed me to get a decent nights sleep.
|Looking back before descending into Hanakoa valley, Ke'e beach is somewhere back there.|
In the morning, the occasional light rains turned into occasional heavy rains, and I wondered how this would bode for the second half of the hike in to Kalalau beach that day. Once it seemed to die down a bit, I got to packing things up and taking down the wet tent. Christina was packing up at that point too and asked if I wanted to hike together that day. Sounded like a good idea to me, so we continued on the Kalalau trail together.
For the first mile, things seemed much like the previous day - only with more mud. The kind of thick mud that fills all the grooves in your boots making you lose traction and caking onto the sides of your soles adding another pound or two of weight you don't want to be carrying. Then we got to the area before crawlers ledge. We took plenty of time scrape the excess mud off our boots to make sure we had some traction and went through no problem.
|The trail gets serious.|
This area is a lot of narrow trail next to cliffs that are more open than the rest of the trail. So, if you did fall the wrong way, there would be nothing to stop you from going all the way down. Crawlers ledge actually felt fairly safe though because it was rocky rather than muddy. Providing firm footing. The view of it can be intimidating though, and if it was more wet and actively raining, it could be much more dangerous.
We saw lots of goats on this leg of the journey including a large herd at the bottom of red hill. Some birds were chasing the herd around so the goats must have got into something they weren't supposed to. Typical goats. After that, the final mile to Kalalau beach is a tromp through a bushy area and the biggest stream crossing yet. Probably best to take the boots off and ford this one, but I didn't since the inside of my boots were already soaked from and earlier slip. I did some sketchy rock hopping that worked out OK.
|A grandness feebly attempted to be captured with a camera.|
And after just another half mile, we arrived! Kalalau beach really is a grand spot. A thunderous sandy beach surrounded by steep cliffs and peaks. Just interior of the beach is a long camping area under cover of trees between the cliffs and beach. The first part you come to is the designated camping area which is very large and has two composting toilets dividing it. On the other end of the designated camping area, the trail continues. It goes by another single but older looking composting toilet, helicopter landing area, what looks like an awesome lifeguard camp, and another long string of unofficial campsites where people appear to be living.
|End of the line - and fill station|
The campground is full of Jamun (Java Plum) trees that have clumps of oblong berries. The berries are always torpedoing down to the ground and they explode when they hit. I guess it was just the time of year for it. So eventually you get a bunch of exploded berry pulp on your tent. I did not think much about altering my gear for my destination. My gear is fairly catered towards a cold climate. Rather than having my mummy bag, insulating air pad, and enveloping rain fly - I should have brought a light blanket, non insulating air pad, and a tarp to string up with rope.
The people living out here have that figured out of course, as they use strung tarps heavily. Everyone I came across was really friendly, I guess it's hard not to be when immersed in such an idyllic setting. Some of the locals pretty into being topless or almost naked too, it all adds to the surreal experience of this unique place.
It seems the customs of the locals rub off on us visitors too, to varying effect. Visitors are tempted into skinny dipping or topless sunbathing. Surely the first signs of the intoxicating effect of the area, that imbues you with more carefree feeling the longer you stay. I tried a local custom myself of going barefoot on a trip up to the stream a half mile away. I got a stubbed bloody pinky toe and feet caked with that fruity gunk out of it, so I went back to sandals pretty quick.
Along the trail and here at camp, all day, every day helicopters, so much helicopter traffic. its a little annoying but at least they stop at night. And at night the stars come out, a whole unfamiliar looking sky to me. I love staying in a place where you can see the Milky Way at night, and you get a really grand view of it here. Both nights at Kalalau I sat on the beach and watched the sun go down and stars come out.
|Dusk on Kalalau beach|
After the second night at the beach I headed out after a lazy slow morning. Christina had headed out earlier and another soloist we both had met named Aly was a little behind me I think. I made a last stop at the creek a half mile out to fill back up on water, then I was truly on my way. The first hill out was the open red bluff and the sun was really beating down on me, but that wasn't as rough as the last big hill before returning to Hanakoa, that one just keeps going up. In between those two hills was a casual stroll in a beautiful land, no mud either thanks to the rain being on hold for a while. I arrived at Hanakoa again, and set up camp.
|This tree is in the heart of the camp in Hanakoa valley|
At various places along the trail, and right at this camp are helicopter landing sites. As I was setting up camp, one landed close by to deliver warnings about the approaching hurricane Ana. "You gotta get out, the park is closing." a ranger said and handed me a sheet detailing the expected path and timing of the hurricane. It wasn't expected to hit Kaua'i for a few more days, so I figured I was safe to stay the night there and finish the trip out the next day. Aly, who showed up shortly after, thought the same. We decided to head up to Hanakoa falls at that point because neither of us had checked it out on the way in. It is supposed to be about a half mile up the creek from camp. Shortly up the trail we ran into Christina chilling on top of a nice huge rock next to a small waterfall (she's a pro at finding perfect rocks to relax on). She had already been up to the falls, so Aly and I continued on. The trail seemed longer than a half mile and was narrow and muddy; a little tough in my crappy water sandals.
Eventually we made it, and it was spectacular. A huge thin waterfall cascading down a rock face to a nice pool. I did not bring a camera but luckily Aly did bring a nice one. We got some pictures and chatted for a while, it was a great spot.
|Chilling at Hanakoa falls - photo by Aly|
After we got back to camp, Christina and Aly chatted through the evening, and I joined in for a while. Got to see pictures of their pets including a ginormous 22 pound orange cat! It was kind of nice to be back in the Hanakoa camp again. It seems slightly cooler and there's no Jamun fruit bombs, but it is a more damp area without any access to a beach.
In the morning all of us soloists headed out at our own leisure. Thankfully the trail was still pretty dry, and this six mile stretch was not as rough minus the mud. I would say each stretch of the trail on the four days of travel is similar difficulty, not really any easy days, as it is always going up and down. There is about 7000' of elevation gain altogether on the 22 mile trip.
|The ocean feeds on the island.|
At long last I reached the trail head and it was even busier than I left it as I ended my trip on a Friday. After dumping my gear back at the thankfully unmolested rental car, I took a refreshing shower at the handy beach rinse down area.
I Found a great grill on the way back called Calypso's where I got some excellent fish tacos and a beer. Almost back to feeling civilized again. The feeling of elation and accomplishment really started to set in then as I reflected on the trip and felt my body start to rejuvenate. I got to unplug for a while, meet some other like minded solo travelers on the same journey, and immerse myself in one of the epic places on Earth.