A woman hunter, a liberal-democrat's worst nightmare.
Simple sheaths of grass but when the sun struck, the picture became more interesting.
Last time we wrote this beautiful island is a little muddy, well, very muddy on the trails.
Another factor is it could also be termed a foul state…we take that back. It is a fowl state. The wrong
spelling can get one into much trouble. There are chickens and the whole gamut of domestic birds running
and at times, flying loose on the island. That in itself is not a bad thing. However, in our area, there are
open fields in which wild roosters have made it home. The problem for us and we suppose other guests is that
these birds crow throughout the dark hours. Unfortunately, we are becoming sleep deprived.
Mesmerized for a few moments and then pulled out the little camera.
Multi-tiers of tears flowing into the canyon at about the half-way stage down.
Difficult to decide which pictures to select.
While lying in bed, we hear them calling out to friends or relatives in the distance. We realize
we cannot differentiate the sounds, as they all seem alike. In the tree outside our suite, we spotted
this big bugger and his girlfriend continuing to make a racket night-after-night. We mentioned the problem
to the management. The reply was that they are wild birds and therefore no owner to take responsibility
for them. If we had the gumption, nothing would be nicer than calling up the governor of Hawaii at 4am and
mentioning we have a problem with one of his birds. In fact, with the wayward behavior of politicians these
days, we might even disturb him while he's with one of his ‘birds’.
Waterfall in the distance of overpowering canyon walls
Taken on a different hike but might be top of falls of above picture. Anyway, a thrilling moment for
the fellow in the picture, a highlight in Hawaii.
Climbing back towards the surface after leaving the forest to try beat the rain.
After four nights of noise and encroaching into daylight periods as well, we decided to implement
a plan of action. We do hope Jonna will be understanding and forgiving. We sought a cache of ammunition
such as mud balls and other items to open a warfront in the town of Kalaheo. When we heard the crowing
in the big tree, via the backdoor we launched a full frontal attack on the brood. Our intention was not
to harm but to scare them so they would seek a new home. This strategy had to be repeated several times
and while we have enjoyed a modicum of success, there is much work still to do. A call to the governor
seems to be the most attractive avenue to follow but it too, is not without risk. Perhaps, we'll approach
our editor and ask her to stand guard from 4 to 6am each morning. We are ever the optimists.
Threatening clouds and mist finally brought some rain, warm and pleasant.
Jenni reaches the Waimea River on the canyon floor to greet bugs and toads. We ate brunch
and hightailed it away from the water before we became someone's snack ourselves.
The five-mile hike proved tough again unless we are becoming wimps in which case, it still was tough.
Coping with the steep and slippery slopes together with the mud require extra concentration and effort, particularly,
on the way down. With a 2,000 feet elevation gain on our return, the last two miles at 900 feet per mile,
although steep, was an enjoyable challenge. It's always within a very beautiful environment. The paths in Hawaii
are rugged which is exacerbated by the high rainfall, we suppose.
We needed another just to confirm it was real. Imagine the image of a conductor shouting out: "Let the water flow".
Meantime, our 'hero' rushes ahead to keep his fragile body dry as we head towards the trailhead.
A perspective of color below the surface.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
One more from this particularly special place.
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