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My Journey to Kalalau: Days 4-6

This is a continuation of my journey, following these blog posts:

My Journey to Kalalau: Days 1-2

My Journey to Kalalau: Day 3

Crawler's Ledge on the Kalalau Trail

Thursday, August 29th
Late to bed, early to rise makes a man...? Sleeping on the sand definitely didn't turn out to be near as nice as I had imagined.  Oh, well.  It's done, and now it's time to get ready to head back. I'm not really wanting to leave this place, and my feet are saying they are not really wanting to hike some more, but, oh well!  I decided to get going as soon as I was ready so that I could have more time on the trail - possibly to take the side trip to the Hanakoa waterfall. 

So farewell, Kalalau - it was great.  I felt a bit of an adrenaline rush as I started up on the trail, which was a good thing when I hit the steep upward climb of the red hill. I kinda lost track of the trail on the moonscape-like slope and ended up having to climb up an even steeper side for a bit until I found it again.  Adding that to the already difficult slope, I was sweating fairly profusely by the time I reached the top.  The sun was just cresting over the high peak directly ahead, which I tried to stay ahead of in the shade to avoid the direct glare.

At the top was space rock, which I skipped going to on the way in, but went out onto this time for a farewell view of both the beach and the valley.  It presents a good, sheer drop several hundred feet down. My occasional vertigo challenge kept me from getting too close. This is most likely my last time for this view. Melancholy. Gratitude.

There were a couple of other groups of hikers that were near me on the trail for the first few miles.  We all got held up a bit waiting for a small herd of mountain goats to clear the path.  I wasn't ready to catch a good shot with the camera.  It was fun, however, to watch them traverse the cliff beneath us for a little bit - as if it was no big deal.  You'd think with having four feet for figuring out where to step it would be more difficult for them, but evidently not!

This time the area of crawler's ledge seemed less of a thrill, now that I was a mountain-goat like hiker. (Yeah, right!)  Just hop on over the narrow rocky footpath hugging the cliffs.

By the time I got to Hanakoa, 5 miles in, my feet were complaining fairly loudly: "Why do you abuse us so?" Sorry, guys.  We gotta keep going! (despite being pretty sure I was getting some blisters). But, at least Hanakoa was welcomed again as a resting spot.  Finding another spot for soaking while in search of the waterfall trail, it then began to rain.  Not hard, but rain.  Oh well, I'm here to get wet, right?

Finding the actual trail to the waterfall was a bit of a challenge.  I knew it had to parallel at least partly, and sometimes cross-over the stream, but I wasn't seeing it.  The stream area was really pretty and very tropical. Love it!  I did a bit of bushwhacking and slope climbing until finally...yeah, I think that looks like a trail.  Certainly not as used as other trails.  No wonder the guy I ran into on the way in couldn't find it!  But what was now really cool is that I had this whole narrow trail all to myself.  Although my feet were hurting, this part didn't bother me - it was new territory.  I was looking forward to getting to the waterfall. By now the rain had stopped, but it left enough moisture around for the perfect tropical rain forest setting. On the way I saw some trees with the mountain apple fruit, and picked a ripe and juicy specimen. Yum. It looks like a small apple, mostly red with a bit of white.  The sweet taste was like a cross between an apple and a pear, with the texture of a pear.

I noticed three different streams that came together to make one as I went further up the valley. The trail leads to the end (or is that the start?) of the valley, where I was surrounded by straight, sheer, green-clad cliffs going up several hundred feet in three directions.  In the middle is the tall waterfall - or the wet cliffs of what is supposed to be a waterfall - and a big pool.  Evidently this area hasn't had near the rain water lately that it usually does, because now the falls were only a trickle.  Kind of disappointing, but the beauty and mystic feeling of the area was still strongly felt and enjoyed - all to myself. Thanks, Lord, for this blessing.


Because the water coming in to the pool wasn't very much, the pool water seemed a bit stagnant, and didn't call for me to jump in.  I had to apologize to the industrious spider whose web I broke in order to get to a good sized rock to sit on near the water's edge.  A bit of a disaster for him, but let's just call it an act of God. ;)  He still had a bit to work with, and I am sure he will rebuild.

Leaving Hanakoa was hard, as it is a lovely bit of paradise; and, although the main trail offers lots of pretty areas and majestic views, this was the most tropical. Next stop: Hanakapi'ai Valley in 4 miles.  Just as I experienced this stretch on the way in two days ago, I could swear this was longer than 4 miles.  But that's what the maps say.  About half way through it, on one of the seemingly never ending upward climbs, I stopped for a rest on the curved trunk of a palm tree in a pretty setting, that was just long enough in its lower trunk curve before rising to the sun to make a place to stretch out on and lift my aching feet.

Hanakapi'ai Valley came none too soon.  My feet were no longer just complaining loudly - they were screaming!  I had to find a spot to kick off the shoes and soak 'em in the stream water.  I decided to cross the stream first, and then find a spot.  Bad decision.  That whole side of the stream was loaded with little red ants all over the rocks!  So I hopped back over to the other side and found a pooled area to sit in and soak.  Aaahhh.  Ok. Now where's my helicopter ride to take me the last two miles?  My feet really are done.  No more, they say!

Mind over matter - words spoken easily, yet saddled with a difficult reality.

Needless to say, the last two miles to the end at Ke'e Beach was the most difficult stretch of the hike so far, not because of the trail difficulty, but because of my aching feet. I am now paying the price for not only the total of 28 miles I will be finishing, but perhaps more specifically the poor choice of hiking 5 miles up the Kalalau Valley in flip flops yesterday.  This was exacerbated, I'm sure, by my condition of rheumatoid arthritis and occasional gout that had recently been pretty well under control.  Each step was made thoughtfully, trying to avoid placing too much weight on the blistering areas. Ow! ow! no! shoot! ow!

I tried to distract my thoughts from the pain by visually enjoying as much as possible the beauty of this part of the trail.  Great ocean views, and beautiful foliage. As much as I want this hike to end, I am a bit sad that this whole experience will be finished.  Ke'e Beach finally came into view (feet crying out "yes!"), and the last steps down the rocky path were both physically and emotionally taxing.  When I was down on the beach, I felt somewhat numb - Is it over?  Am I happy or sad?  Hmmmm... maybe something more like very tired and sore, yet nicely fulfilled. A sense of achievement and awe. A feeling of gratitude.

The shoes came off, the feet got wet and the camera came out in preparation for the coming sunset. So, although the Kalalau hike was now officially completed, there is more.  A nice capstone to this experience occurs in two days, on August 31st (keep reading).

I ride a taxi back to my car, drive back to the Kaua'i Sands Hotel, call DeNeise to check in and report that all is well, and then crash - first in the bathtub, and then on the bed.  A well-needed, very restful night followed.

Friday, August 30th
As worn out as I feel, I can't get myself to sleep in.  Dawn has me hobbling back out on the beach.  A day in Hawaii just isn't complete unless begun with an ocean sunrise.  I have now two days before I catch my flight back to meet up with DeNeise in San Diego for an anticipated escape vacation for the two of us. 

In preparing for this trip, I had identified several places that I would like to go to if I was able. So, although hobbling with sore feet, I set out to explore.  Today I determined to be a beach day, and with perfect sunny weather, I enjoyed some time at some great Hawaiian beaches with some great Hawaiian names: Anahola, Moloa'a, Kauapea, Kalihiwai, and Hanalei.  I also took a short hike down to Queen's Bath, a nice volcanic rock tidepool area.  Also, a side-road trip took me to what I imagined to be our future second home with a huge shaded yard in a nice area by the shore.

Ending the day, I enjoyed sitting outdoors in Hanalei village eating an ono (delicious) Hawaiian BBQ dinner plate listening to a fun rock band named Group Therapy. Then, a very ONO large shave ice dessert comprised of half mango and half guava flavors, sitting on top of a scoop of macadamia nut ice cream, and topped with a snow-cap (condensed milk).  Mmm, mmm.

Saturday, August 31st
The last full day here. Following the ocean sunrise routine, it was time for breakfast and laundry.  I got some permanent trail souvenirs in the form of stained clothes, some of which I chucked. Breakfast at the hotel was always the same, but good continental-style offerings. Every morning I chose a couple of croissants, a banana and guava juice.

I had to pick and choose among the many places I still wanted to see, that would not all fit in one day's itinerary. That's okay. It just means I'll have to come back again someday. Dang it. 

I have long been intrigued with the movie "Jurassic Park" and the locations where it was shot - most of which were right here on Kaua'i.  So, I have wanted to get back into the heart of the island, close to Mt. Waialeale (the wettest spot on earth), where the helicopter landing at the waterfall scene was shot. Getting there is on a road full of beauty, but alas, for the second time now, I could only get so far in a car.  I even pushed the length I dared to drive in a Pontiac sedan on the muddy road that was in a 4-wheel drive condition.  But after a while, a truck that was in front of me at a certain point began backing up with difficulty up a muddy, hole-ridden, sloped road.  Geez, if he can't make it....

So, then on to view some waterfalls: the view of the lacy Opaeka'a Falls and the famed Wailua Falls.

It was at this last falls where I saw a Hawaiian couple selling mango bread and Hawaiian crafts, and remembering that I didn't have any cash on me, I casually mentioned "I'm sure you don't take a card, right?  I don't have any cash with me."  Of course, they only took cash, so I shrugged and said thanks as I walked away.  But the nice lady said, "But, here, you take this", and handed me a loaf.  "No, no, thank you, that's very nice, but I can't take it."  "Yes, you take it - for my blessing."  Wow.  I was touched.  Should I deny her a blessing, and me the joy of some ono bread?  Of course not.  I thanked her deeply, and then remembered I had some extra bottles of water in the car that I would not be able to drink all of today, that I offered in exchange as a partial thank-you / payment. 

"Mahalo nui loa! (thank you very much!)" I called out as I left, passing by them in the car, "Your bread is ONO!" I think I may have influenced the sale of her bread by some people just approaching her table. I hope so.

My final exploration for the day, and for this trip, was to take the long drive out to the west side of the island, up to and beyond Waimea Canyon - where I saw some beautiful roosters - the official island bird - to the views of the Kalalau Valley from the top rim of the valley cliffs.  This created a full circle tour of the island, and a nice capstone experience to my Kalalau journey.  DeNeise and I enjoyed coming here 13 years ago, hiking on the Pihea Trail that follows the valley rim for a while, offering some fantastic, mystic and other-worldly views.

Because my feet were sore, I had originally intended to just see the views from the lookout points, and not take the 2-mile roundtrip hike on the trail to the last (and best!) viewpoint at Pihea Vista.  But here I was - the weather was nice, the views were great, and it's my last day.  Can I really not go down this trail? 

Sorry, feet, you lose. I've gotta do it. And, I am so glad I did. This is a place of great spiritual importance to me - from what I experienced 13 years ago, and now today.  Beyond enjoying the lush, fantastic views again, I experienced a closeness to my Father in Heaven, and a very strong love for my wife and kids, with a strong wish that they could be with me here, right now.  I was partly sad that I have not been able to give this experience to my kids, and having always wanted them to know and love Hawai'i as I do.  Life didn't bless me with the resources to do that, and perhaps I haven't always been as responsible with my finances as I could have been that might have allowed it.  But instead of dwelling on regrets, I chose to dwell on being thankful for all God has blessed me with, and especially for each one of my family and a desire that they may someday, somehow, have a similar experience. I prayed that the Lord could help this happen.

So, looking down on the Kalalau Valley, wherein I was hiking just 3 days earlier, a strong sense of joy and gratitude filled my heart, and filled my eyes with something wet.  Thank. You. Lord.  This has been a joyful, heart-changing experience.

On my way down the mountain I was blessed to see a bright rainbow, and then got down real close to it.  The next morning, as I was preparing to leave, again, a beautiful rainbow.  For Noah, the rainbow meant that water would never again cover the earth.  For me, I hoped that it did not mean that I would never return, however, I did know that it meant that I would never forget the blessing of this wonderful journey.

Aloha Oe, Kaua'i.  Mahalo Nui Loa!

Photos by Ken R. Young


P.S. -
A cool way to end this Hawaiian adventure happened on the plane from Honolulu to Las Vegas.  I sat next to a guy named Ricardo, a surfer dude / photographer who lives on the North Shore of O'ahu (surfing Mecca). What would have otherwise been a long, boring flight became very interesting as he told me about his life and surfing adventures.  He had a laptop with him and showed me several surf film clips that he had made - out in the middle of the action.  Some awesome shots from both on top and under the water, and following the surfers into the "green room".  Loved it.  I've never surfed, but always wanted to try.  I have sometimes wondered if I had a surfer-dude alter ego.  I made a new friend and actually enjoyed a flight!

From Las Vegas I took a flight down to San Diego and there met DeNeise.  For the next week we enjoyed staying at the Loews Coronado Bay Resort.  If on Kaua'i I had a busy, physically taxing journey, in Coronado it was pure relaxation.  We had a great time!


My Journey to Kalalau: Day 3

This is my continued blog following My Journey to Kalalau: Days 1-2

Wednesday, August 28th
Dawn on the beach is a magical thing.  Even though I was on the sunset side of the island, and it took a bit to see the morning sun because of my sea cliffs backdrop, watching the sky slowly get brighter with varied hues of yellow, orange, pink, blue and grey was very cool.  Coming strongest from the northeastern end of the visible Na Pali coastline, the approaching rays quickly warmed the coolness of the passing night.

For breakfast this morning, I concocted my own fruit smoothie protein shake, adding a smashed 1/2 banana, the inner fruit of a fresh guava I found yesterday on the trail, and some vanilla protein powder to a half-filled 1 liter bottle of water.  With the lid on tight, I became a self-propelled mixer.  Not the best blending, but hey, the taste was yummy!  Because guava has seeds, it took a bit of teeth straining to finish this drink.

As I sit here on the beach, I marvel once again at how lucky I am to be here.  Wow, what a place.

My first task was to clean up a bit, and what better way than to take a cool shower under the flow of a water fall from the high verdant cliffs. 

When the sun began warming the sand, it was time to explore.  The beach narrows as it extends further southwest along the rocky cliffs.  There are a handful of caves that some campers use, one which actually makes a tunnel with two entrances.  The combination of rocks, cliffs, sand and water made for a fascinating beach stroll. The last cave is full of monuments of the curious custom of rock stacking.  So, naturally, I had to create my own submission to the gallery.

I was interested in seeing how far down the beach would go, and how close it would get to the next beach of Honopu.  This is the beach that we have all seen pictures of and marveled at its majestic beauty, and wondered where in the world is that?  The Ultimate Kauai Guidebook calls Honopu Beach "the most beautiful beach in all the islands, maybe in all the Pacific.  There is none finer. Period."

So, having read that description earlier, and knowing I was going to be so close to this most beautiful beach, what do you think that made me want to do?

Well, it isn't easily accessed.  The guidebook also explains that in late summer the Kalalau Beach extends to the edge of the final outcropping cliff that separates Kalalau from Honopu.  From there, it can be a small distance of ocean water to the next sandy shore.  If the tide is low and the waves are calm, a good swimmer can make it. Fins recommended.

I have loved to swim my whole life, spending many hours at swimming pools growing up.  If I was near the beach, you can be sure I got wet. DeNeise calls me a fish - if I don't get in the water enough, my scales will start to flake off and I'll start flapping around.  I love being in water!  So now, I had to assess whether I felt the ocean was friendly enough and whether I was confident enough to do this.  I have to admit it scared me a bit.  For all my swimming, I have never swum very far out into the ocean.  Stories of rip tides, sharks, jellyfish, etc, as well as the thought of simply being away from the comfort of sand under or at least close to my toes, made me hesitant.

But here's the deal: through all of my research-induced dreaming about coming to Kalalau, making it to Honopu Beach became the ultimate desire, the crowning point destination of the journey.  If it seemed at all possible, I knew I had to try. The situation looked right: calm seas, great weather, no shark fins visible... oh wait. Fins.  I don't have any.  Hmmm.  Nyahhh, who needs fins??  (me?)  So I approached the water and thought, "ok, let's give it a try - test the waters and see how I feel."

Here it is, the end of Kalalau Beach - jumping off point to start and end the swim to Honopu.  And, since I couldn't take a camera with me, I'm borrowing from others to show the beauty and grandeur of Honopu from the air.

Standing at the end of Kalalau Beach you cannot see the other shore.  You have to get out in the water quite a way, around the outcropping cliff, before you can see Honopu Beach.  So in a way, it is a test of faith - not having the destination in view until you are well committed.  A little way out and the water felt comfortable, no big waves splashing up my nostrils, nothing nibbling on my toes or other body parts.  Ok, so I guess I'm doing this, huh?  Yeah, I am.  Nervous, yet elated I swam out further, trying to keep a good clear distance between me and where the waves met the rocky cliff.  Even though the waves weren't big, they did seem to have enough force to make a slam against the rocks very uncomfortable - if not worse.  So, keeping away from the cliff created a greater swimming distance.

In a while I was able to see Honopu Beach, and it all felt so surreal.  I'm really doing this.  Swimming this distance in ocean water was definitely more challenging than if it were a pool or a calm lake.  The tides both push and pull you, so the effort, though not overly tremendous, was enough to give me a good workout.  About half-way there, I felt a little sting on my back, and wondered if I was having a close encounter with a jelly fish or something. I scratched and swished back where I felt it, and fortunately didn't feel it again. Now, to avoid the sharks! No, don't go there. That just ain't gonna happen!

I can't really say, but I guessed the distance was maybe about 1/4 mile as the crow flies (or should that be a white-tailed booby - don't see any crows around here!), but as the Ken swims, it was probably closer to 1/2 mile.  It took me a good 10-15 minutes to get there.

And getting there - THERE - was simply awesome!  Stepping out of the water, as the undertow tried to pull me back in was glorious.  I felt like a castaway finally reaching shore!  Honopu. I'm on Honopu Beach.  Someone pinch me!  But there is no one.  I am here all by myself.  Nary a soul to compete with the virgin sand (no other footprints but mine!), the ocean views, the sheer tall cliffs surrounding the beach, the green-clad sand dunes, the archway under the next outcropping cliff that leads to the southern portion of Honopu, the waterfall behind the sand dunes.  It was all mine.

Well, at least for a while.  By the time I was exploring the waterfall, I could see that others had just arrived (cheating, I might say, by hopping off a small boat that came close to shore - certainly they couldn't appreciate being there as much as I!).  Well, at least there were only a few, and I still had plenty of beautiful beach all to myself.  I took a dip into the cold pool of water near the falls, and caught some of it's spray, but didn't get fully immersed. This was a strong, hard-pounding waterfall.  No need for a concussion before I try to make the swim back!

Then, step-sliding down the soft sand dunes, I knew it was time for some serious beach time.  I hadn't yet been able to take the time to just bask and nap in the sun, on nice warm, golden sand while listening to the ocean waves come ashore.  Yes.  Now it was time.  Zzzzzzz.  Heaven. Yep.

My heavenly nap could have been just a bit more celestial had it not been for the occasional whirring of helicopters flying overhead.  Of course.  This is "the most beautiful beach in the Pacific" - where else do you think the helicopter tours will go?  But no matter.  They are entitled to see this place from their viewpoint, and I am entitled to mine.  And I really like mine.

After a while, the sea began calling me.  I got back in the perfectly lukewarm water and bobbed in the light blue-green waves close to shore.  Can life get any better?  Can I stay here, please?  One more session in the sun to dry off and it was time to head back.  Wait a minute... who says it's time?  I can stay here all day if I want!  I should. An inner battle ensued.

So, finally the desire to see other things today won out.  It was hard leaving, because I'm pretty sure I won't be back.  Who knows.  But this was one glorious moment to go down in the books - or blog?  Yup. Never to be forgotten.  I filled my shorts pocket with some sand and small shells as a souvenir of this place, hoping it wouldn't all get washed out in the return swim.  Then, walking back to the northern beach area through the arch, I found a broken half of a coconut shell with its husk still on, that had apparently washed up on shore.  The perfect container for my sand. But how do I swim with it?  As it turns out, holding it the right way in my hand while stroking the water actually made it to be an effective scoop.  Cool. No problem.

The return swim was not as easy as the first - which wasn't really hard, but neither was it easy.  If the first one was a workout, the return was almost double the effort and time.  Why?  Because I was swimming against the tide most of the time.  I traded off using different types of swimming strokes to help me not get too tired.  It was a little frustrating at times watching my location in comparison to the cliff, and not seeing a whole lot of progress for my efforts.  So I just had to do a Nemo thing - "keep on swimming, swimming, swimming..."  Ha!

If stepping on to Honopu Beach was glorious, finally stepping back on to Kalalau was a huge relief.  Thank you, Lord, for helping me successfully accomplish this swim, and for having such a wonderful experience!

For the next little while, I walked along the Kalalau Beach, looking for some good shots and finding many. Have I ever said I love the beach?  That spot where sand and water meet, that's where I love to be.  I really must be part fish - I am drawn to the water.

I sat down on the sand and enjoyed again the views both in front and behind me. This is an amazing place. I began to ponder once again, as I have in the past, whether I have had much more to do with this place than I know. What I mean is, according to my beliefs, I existed, along with everyone else, in heaven with God prior to this life; and further, that we all may have had some involvement in the creation of this world that we would be coming to. With that in mind, if I really was involved, I am sure that I had a focus on this part of  the world. Hawai'i generally, and Kaua'i specifically, must have definitely been part of my chosen area to help create.  And the Kalalau / Honopu area would have been the most fulfilling. My spirit is at home here. I feel it deeply.

After a bit of lunch, I decided to head out to the valley. The trail into the valley starts where the main trail meets the stream - a beautiful tropical waterway coming from the back valley mountain cliffs to the ocean.  Most of the trail doesn't follow this stream closely, but ends up traversing it a few times. When not near the stream, the foliage actually appeared less tropical, almost like a forest that could be found in many places.  But the further up I went, the more tropical it felt.

Two miles up this trail led to a wonderful place, known as big pool.  This place ranks high on my list of places that make both my body and spirit say "aahhhh".  Another place to soak in, enjoy and remember.  The pool was deep enough to dive into, and the falls made for a good head soaking. There was even a nice, natural sitting platform just a foot below the water level to sit and absorb the beauty of the area.

After enjoying the pool all to myself for a while, I moved upstream to explore further, and found more of the same, but with smaller pools.  Back for a final dip in the big pool, and a few more shots, I was finally joined by other  people.  A couple with backpacks were coming downstream, and I guess the guy didn't see where I was standing taking pictures.  He quickly stripped down to nothing and, just as he was ready to make a dive, he saw me, and with a look of embarrassment, put his hands together in a prayer or "namaste" status (like, "sorry! I didn't see you!"), and dove in.  The girl, a bit more covered, then followed him. But they didn't stay long and I was once again left with enjoying this prized spot of God's nature all to myself.  Am I lucky, or what?  Yes, I am. (Words of gratitude being sent heaven-ward).

Heading back down the trail, I was made more aware of a bad choice I had made in hiking this trail. OK, so I know you're gonna say, "duh, that was dumb", and yes, I agree.  I had chosen to not wear my hiking shoes and just wear flip flops - more comfortable and airy, but with less support and traction for a trail.  Yeah, yeah, I know.  Why do we do dumb things even when we know it's dumb?  By the time I had made it back to my spot on the beach, my feet were fairly sore.  They had already gotten a beating yesterday on the main trail, and now this.

So no more walking today.  Just hang out at the beach, soak the feet in the waterfall and in the ocean water and just plain chill until sunset time.  Dinner included tuna on hard bread, and a mix of the other trail foods I brought.  Tonight there were more clouds on the horizon and the sunset was nice.

But the clouds soon had something else to offer.  Just as I was pretty well settled in my open air bed, a few drops began to fall. Shoot.  I didn't want to use the lightweight plastic "tube tent" that I brought, especially since it requires being tied on both ends to a tree or something stationary.  Nothing like that here by me. Fine. So I opened up the tent and made a burrito for me and all my stuff as the sprinkles fell.  Laying under the clear orange plastic, feeling rather claustrophobic, and praying that it won't turn into a heavy rain, I began to wonder at the wisdom of pursuing my sense of freedom versus a sense of preparedness. Fortunately, though, I didn't have to wonder too long.  The sprinkles never became full-out rain, and it soon ended.  And fortunately, though the clouds stuck around a while and looked somewhat threatening, it never rained again.  Outta the burrito and back into the open!

Sleep didn't come easy for me once again, and I spent some time wrapped up in the white sheet walking down to and sitting by the shore, appearing I'm sure, as a ghost in the dark. Reflecting on the day, I had to again, with much sincerity, thank the Lord for granting me the blessing of being here, and being able to experience both physically and spiritually this part of His earth.

The sheet was actually working pretty good for me now, and so I spent a good chunk of the night rolled up only in that.  More star-gazing and finally sleep.

Photos by Ken R. Young

See the rest of my journey at: My Journey to Kalalau: Days 4-6

See also: Crawler's Ledge on the Kalalau Trail