Left to my own devices after Honey and Lex left, I had some ideas of what I wanted to
do for my last two days in Paradise, but nothing concrete. In fact, between the
previous night and that morning, I had changed my plans several times over.
There were a lot of things to see, and I only had the car for one more full day
before I had to return it the next morning.
I eventually decided to visit Kaena Point Trail waaaay out
on the northwest tip of the island. Now the only reason I even knew about Kaena
Point was because of my wonderful friend, Tankia, a Honolulu native, whom I met
in Korea. She gave me the scoop on places to check out while I was here, and
said that Kaena was her favourite hike in all of Oahu.
With that in mind, I headed out for Kaena on my first
driving outing without my trusty navigators in Honey and Lex. Though I was sad
to be without them, it felt damn good to be able to blast the radio while
driving again. God, I missed that—especially once the water came into view. And
to my credit, I only missed one exit.
However when the directions said to merge from H1 to 93 and
I eventually passed a sign that said H1 was ending, with nothing to indicate I
was on 93, I grew a bit concerned. I stopped to ask for directions, and was
told to literally keep going straight until the road ended, and that was
exactly what I did. About half an hour later, I came to a parking lot and a
dirt road, which I assumed marked the beginning of the trail.
No words.
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| This was just a few minutes before I got to the trail's entrance. I just had to pull over and capture this view, though. |
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| I don't think this person understands what a hike is. |
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| For a special lady. |
I did a quick climb up the mountainside before coming down
and looping back to check out the lookout. On my way back to the lookout,
though, I came across a giant rock that was yelling at me to climb it, which is
exactly what I did. I put my shirt down as a towel and proceeded to lay
perfectly still for the next twenty minutes or so, doing nothing but looking
out at this and listening to the sound of the waves. There was absolutely
nobody else around; it was just me, the waves, and the sky. I’d found my happy
place.
If it had been winter, I probably would have seen humpback
whales out and about, but I was still pretty damn happy with what my eyes were
taking in.
After long enough, I felt my skin starting to cook and I
started to make my way back to the car.
A decent drive later, I found myself once again secluded;
this time, at Ewa Beach. Well, I wasn’t exactly secluded. Aside from myself,
there was a family of four far off on my left side, and a couple faaaaar off on
my right side.
The day reminded me of an episode of the Animaniacs where
Dot is in desperate search of a moment of silence, yet no matter where she
goes, it’s just too loud for her to think. Then, finally, she makes it to the
top of a mountaintop, and after a moment of uncomfortable silence, she
complains that it’s too quiet.
I completely disagree; there is nothing more soothing and
relaxing that the sound of waves crashing onto the shore. (Of course, being
thrashed around by the waves isn’t nearly as relaxing, but it sure is fun as
hell.
Y’know what’s not so relaxing, though? Not bothering to wear
sunscreen when you’re out in the scorching Hawaiian sun all day. Seriously, I
have never felt such a blisteringly hot sun in my life.
The result? This:
Learn from my mistake, people. Learn from my mistake.
Somebody should.
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