Mount St Helens Summit 2020

This was our second attempt to reach the summit of Mount St. Helens.  On October 25th, 2019 my buddy Mark and I made it within approximately 1,000 ft. of the top.  The weather that day started out great, but deteriorated fast. The winds began to howl and visibility significantly decreased. We decided it wasn’t worth the risk, plus we didn’t see the point of reaching the top without a view.  We were disappointed, but said we’d return the following year to give it another go. 

We put March, 18th 2020 on the calendar. This is the day permits are available for the April thru October climbing season. If you plan on going during this time, get your permit as soon as you can. The dates fill up fast. We actually got lucky and ended up getting the August 31st date we wanted. We were shooting for a day when there was a full moon and no snow. Our plan was to summit at sunrise.

On August 30th we left Portland around 5 pm and headed to the Mount St. Helens Climber’s Bivouac. The Climber’s Bivouac is basically a parking area with campsites and a couple of pit toilets. It was here that we’d spend the night. Mark and I got our rigs set-up for sleeping, ate some dinner, and had a few beers. Shortly after sunset, we hit the hay hoping that the forecasted rain would hold off.

Mark and his sweet WilderNest. (iPhone XR)

The perfect beer for Mount St. Helens. (iPhone XR)

I awoke in the back of my truck canopy that night around 1 am. I had to pee. I climbed off the tailgate and felt light sprinkles. Soon after getting back inside and into my sleeping bag full-on rain arrived. Ugh. We were planning to wake up at 3 am and start hiking towards the summit to hopefully catch the sunrise. However, Mother Nature was giving us a signal that she didn’t want us on the mountain. It was probably for the better. With the low clouds and fog, and no moonlight, it would’ve been a challenge to follow the trail through the boulder fields with only our headlamps. So, we waited out the rain in our rigs. Finally, a little before 6 am we hit the trail. We didn’t know what to expect with the weather, but we were going to give it a go. We began the hike in the dark with our headlamps, but it wasn’t long before the morning light started filtering in through the trees. As we recalled from 2019, the first 2 or so miles weren’t bad. You hike a well-established trail through the forest that has a gradual incline.

Possibly Bigfoot? (iPhone XR)

Get your permit, kids. (iPhone XR)

Daylight came quick. (iPhone XR)

Low clouds, but no fog.  (Photo by Mark, Samsung Galaxy S9)

We reached the end of the forested area with plenty of daylight. We could see the boulder fields ahead. This is where the real work began. To our surprise there were just a few low clouds hanging around and the fog was about gone. It looked like it was going to be a great day.

When you reach the boulder fields, the trail becomes more difficult to follow. Actually, there really isn’t a defined trail. You have to look for the approximately 4-inch wide by 6-foot tall wooden poles that mark the general route. You basically choose your lines. This portion makes-up for about 2/3rds of the climb and accounts for about 2,500 ft. of elevation. There’s lots of rock hopping and rock grabbing to be had. Be careful, because the volcanic rock is sharp. A fall here could be bad. Gardening type gloves, which I didn’t bring, would’ve been good to have. 

Monitor Mark. (iPhone XR)

Baker in the boulder fields.  (Photo by Mark, Samsung Galaxy S9)

Rainbows, but no unicorns. (iPhone XR)

Pit stop with Mount Adams watching us.  (iPhone XR)

Once we passed through the boulder fields we were almost to the point where we turned around in 2019. We soon saw the GPS station where we hunkered down that day from the howling wind. It sure looked different without the snow. We decided this would be a good place to take a break. 

While resting and having some snacks, we saw a person at the summit. The top looked so close. This inspired us to get our butts moving again. It only took a few minutes to realize the rest of the way was going to be a slow-going, approximately 1,000 ft., steep, laborious trudge through loose gravel and sand. As we inched our way up, we saw the person that was at the top coming down towards us. He was like, “You’re almost there.” I think we both said, “shut-up!” after he left. Actually, he was kind of right. The summit sneaked up on us. He warned us of the concave area as you approached the summit. He said it was extremely windy and that the sandy gravel would be pelting us. It did. The wind was so strong it almost blew us over. Once we successfully passed through the wind tunnel we were at the top. I don’t think either one of us believed it. We did it. It was a great feeling. We even had the summit to ourselves. We were the 2nd folks up there that morning. I’ve only seen the inside of the crater from the air when flying back from Seattle. It sure was neat to see it from a different perspective. The lava dome, the colorful rocks, and the surrounding view, which included, Rainier, Adams, and Hood were incredible. We stayed to take some photos and Mark consumed an 8,366 ft., PB and J. The wind was blowing pretty good and the temperature was nose running-red cheek chilly. We would’ve been delighted to stay a bit longer, but St. Helens was telling us it was time to head down. 

(3) Shot Pano of the Crater.  (Nikon D750)

Mount St. Helens from the air.  Thanks Alaska Airlines.  (Nikon D750)

Happy summiter!  (Nikon D750)

Mount Hood in the distance.  (iPhone XR)

C Baker and Mount Adams. (Photo by Mark, Samsung Galaxy S9)

Almost time to head down. (iPhone XR)

Trekking down St. Helens was so much faster, but still a challenge, plus we were getting tired. Heading back through the boulder section was letting our knees know that we weren’t young lads anymore. Having hiking poles was a tremendous help both ways, but I found them the most valuable on the decent. The fog and low clouds greeted us as we made our way down, but never obscured the guide poles.

Fog came back to greet us on the way down (iPhone XR)

We finally reached the forested portion of the trail. The last 2+ miles seemed to go on forever. The little drops along the way were painful. Where was the end of the frickin’ trial? Finally, we saw the pavement of the road where the Climber’s Bivouac was. Oh, what a feeling. It was time for a well-deserved beer.

Back where it all began.  (Photo by Mark, Samsung Galaxy S9)

Stats via Gaia GPS

  • Distance:  8.30 mi
  • Accent:  4,444 ft.
  • Average Speed:  1.1 mph
  • Moving Speed:  1.3 mph
  • Max Speed:  3.9 mph
  • Pace:  53.10  min/mi
  • Moving Time:  6:13
  • Stopped Time:  1:07


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Timberline Trail: August 2020

As middle age was approaching, which happened to sneak-up on me way too fast, I started thinking about personal things that I really wanted to accomplish. I guess you could use the term ‘bucket list’, but that seems cliché. Plus, I’m not even near as old as Jack Nicholson or Morgan Freeman. Anyway, one of the things I regularly enjoy is hiking. I do dabble in backpacking, but I’ve never done an extended trip. For me, I’m fine sleeping in the woods with minimal crap for one night. The thought of setting up and tearing down every day after putting in many miles sounded daunting. However, the Timberline Trail around Mt. Hood has always been appealing. I read it’s one of the finest backpacking loops in America. I’ve also seen many photos and they left my eyes wanting more. About a year ago, I decided to do it in 2020. My friend, Art from Philly was supposed to be joining me, but COVID put a damper on that. I really wish we could’ve experienced the adventure together. 

DAY

I set my alarm for 6 am on Sunday, August 9th. Living in Portland, I’m only about an hour and twenty-minute drive to Timberline Lodge where I was set to begin my adventure. I ended up getting to the parking lot around 8 am. It’s a huge lot and you don’t need to pay or have a permit. You just need to remember where you parked your rig so you can find it when you return. I did a few stretches, took a couple more sips of coffee, put my boots on, and strapped on my pack. This was it. I headed to the starting point, which is a short jaunt up the hill above the lodge. I was hearing voices in my head saying, “Are you really doing this?”, and “you brought to much stuff”. Yes, I’m doing this, damn it, and yes, my pack should be lighter. With those questions laid to rest, the plan was to tackle the route clockwise. The only reason I decided to do it clockwise was that most of the information I read said it was the most popular route. On that note, I highly recommend doing research when setting off on any type of hike or backpacking trip. Get to know the area, the terrain, the trail conditions, etc. Here are some sources that were very helpful for me when preparing for the Timberline Trail:

I started the trail with about a half-dozen other people, some day hikers, some backpackers. We all had to sign-in at the permit box that was located not far from the trailhead. This broke up the group as it took a few minutes to fill-out the free, self-issued backcountry permit. The views were already stunning. The mountain was right there and the sky was so clear that you could see for miles. This was the case for most of the trip. 

Near the beginning of the trail with Timberline Lodge in the background. (iPhone Xr)

Started the trail with about 8 fellow hikers.  The group quickly dispersed. (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 16mm, f/8, 1/160 sec)

Mt. Hood peeking down at me. (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 16mm, f/8, 1/200 sec)

I read the first leg of the Timberline trail is a warm-up. I thought it was slightly more than that, but I’m an old, grumpy gramps. I will say it is much easier than the 2nd and 3rd leg. It wasn’t nearly as challenging, but there’s still a fair amount of elevation gain. My first real obstacle was the Sandy River, but the rock cairns across the wide, rocky river bed led me to a few logs that someone spent some time placing to help make the crossing easier for the rest of us. Once crossed, I set -up camp for the evening. There are a number of nice camping spots on either side of the river. Of course, I chose the site where someone had recently dug a cathole nearby. I only noticed this after I was set-up and a breeze blew in an unpleasant smell. Fortunately, the winds calmed, and sleeping odor-free was in my forecast. On that note, please don’t poop where you eat and sleep. 

Mind blown.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 16mm, f/8, 1/80 sec)

Gramps selfie. (iPhone Xr)

Pano of ‘Mind Blown’ area. (iPhone Xr)

Sandy River crossing.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 16mm, f/8, 1/160 sec)

First night camp spot.  Cathole behind tent off to right.  Mmm poo. (iPhone Xr)

DAY 2

I woke up later than I wished on Monday. I think all of the prepping and restlessness the night before beginning the trail wore me out. I was back at it around 8:30 am. My first pit stop was right up the trail. Ramona Falls. Man, she’s a beauty. I’ve been to a lot of areas on Mt. Hood, but I’d never seen Ramona. Pure loveliness. 

Ramona Falls (Nikon Z50, ISO 6400, 16mm, f/8, 1/25 sec)

From Ramona I knew it was going to be a long, slow-footed, up-hill ascent. I think it was approximately 2500-3000 ft. in elevation gain. Once again though, the beauty that surrounds you keeps you stimulated and helps fuel you on. On this leg, there’s a Timberline Trail short-cut to shave off about a mile if you want. I highly suggest not taking it. The views on the one-mile stretch are definitely worth the extra steps. 

Take the Timberline Trail short-cut and you’d miss this.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 16mm, f/8, 1/160 sec)

It was on the second leg that I came across another solo hiker named, Zoe. I immediately noticed her full-frame camera. That sparked-up a nice conversation. I told her I was this close to bringing my full-frame, but I rented a smaller camera instead. It’s always cool to meet other Photogs. We’d ended up playing leapfrog for the remainder of the trip. 

Captured some folks enjoying the serene scenery.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 16mm, f/8, 1/250 sec)

A beautiful alpine pond surrounded by Indian Basket Grass, aka Bear Grass.  There were even some frogs present.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 16mm, f/8, 1/200 sec)

So many incredible views of Hood.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 17.5mm, f/8, 1/160 sec)

2011 Dollar Lake Fire damage.  The forest is slowly returning.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 44mm, f/10, 1/320 sec)

Lots of wildflowers to be seen on the trip.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 17.5mm, f/10, 1/100 sec)

Saint Helens, Rainier and Adams in the distance.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 25mm, f/8, 1/320 sec)

Lupine.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 800, 50mm, f/10, 1/80 sec)

I made it to my second, ‘top secret’ camp destination. Most people camp at Elk Cove on this leg, but I choose a place that I had previously camped at on a one-night outing as I knew there would be fewer people. It was as beautiful as I remembered. I even saw a Marten! I’ve never seen a Marten. He was curious about me, but soon scurried away. That night the wind howled. My tent made so much noise that it made sleeping difficult. I wish I’d brought earplugs. 

I did some wandering after dinner on the second night.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 19.5mm, f/8, 1/40 sec)

Quite the view.  St. Helens, a faint Rainier and Adams.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 16mm, f/10, 1/125 sec)

Second night camp spot.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 250, 18.5mm, f/10, 1/30 sec)

DAY

The next morning, I was on the trail at 7:30 am. This is where I ran into Pilgrim. He was retired, had a nice sized, beer-like belly, and later I found out he completed more than 1,000 miles on the PCT before running into snow. He was an inspiration. He ended up trading leads with Zoe and I for the rest of the day. 

Lovely Lupine in the morning sunshine.  (iPhone Xr)

So, today’s big challenge was the Elliot Creek crossing and the section after Cloud Cap. However, I first found out that the Coe Creek Crossing was going to test my leaping abilities. As I approached Coe, I saw two folks cross. One person walked right through the creek with their boots on, and the other jumped some very spaced rocks. I choose the rock jumping option. I figured my long legs could get it done and I wouldn’t have to deal with wet boots. Well, that didn’t happen. I slipped off one rock and one of my boots got soaked. I was thankful that only my boot got wet and I didn’t take a spill. It could’ve been worse. Kids, don’t do what this idiot did. I learned my lesson. 

Forgot to take a photo of Coe Creek, but here are some scenes on the way to Eliot Creek.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 18.5mm, f/10, 1/60 sec)

I think this is Barrett Spur.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 42mm, f/10, 1/320 sec)

Small mountain stream with some pretty wildflowers.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 16mm, f/10, 1/160 sec)

Onward to the roar of Eliot Creek. The sound only intensified as you descended the long, switchback trail into the canyon. The butterflies in my stomach wanted out. I was hopeful that the large log mentioned in The Adventure Continues ‘Timberline Trail 2020’ was still there. Thankfully it was. However, getting to the log was the challenge. The banks were steep and the gravel was loose. One wrong move here and you could be hanging out with the crash test dummies. Zoe was ahead of Pilgrim and I. We saw her route and followed. Zoe made it across safely. I was behind Pilgrim. He made his way into the canyon and crossed the log. I followed suit. We all made it up the other side of the canyon and continued the long, laborious uphill climb to Cloud Cap. 

Pilgrim about to cross Eliot Creek.  (iPhone Xr)

Looking back after crossing Eliot.  The large log saved the day, but the steep banks were sketchy.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 16mm, f/10, 1/160 sec)

Cloud Cap has a small picnic/camp area. Pilgrim and I took a break and sat at a picnic table. We both ate some food and I filtered some water that was in my pack. The upcoming journey across Mt Hood’s NE side was going to long and hot. There would be no shade and little water. Be sure you have plenty of water before you arrive at Cloud Cap. After lunch, the adventure continued. I parted ways with Pilgrim. He left shortly after. I came across Zoe eating lunch up the trail. As much as I like being alone at times, it’s nice to be around good people, plus it adds another layer of safety. 

After a short hike through the forest, I was greeted by vast openness and a very sandy and rocky trail. Nothing like hiking in sand. Wholly shit. The entire section of the trail was grueling. I nicked-named it’ ‘Beautiful Hell’. The sun was hot, and every time you thought you were almost at the top you were handed a big laughing emoji and a billboard that read ‘SUCKER’. I used several choice words throughout the day. Zoe told me one fellow hiker said she was almost there. That was not the case. Sometimes it’s better to keep your mouth shut. I ended up getting close to running out of water too. Thankfully, there were a few trickling glacier streams to refill my bottles. As much as this section was physically and mentally challenging, it did present us with beautiful scenery. 

‘Beautiful Hell’ with Zoe and Pilgrim.  Adams and Rainier in the distance.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 31.5mm, f/10, 1/400 sec)

A little snow was still present on this section.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 20.5mm, f/10, 1/250 sec)

Zoe and Pilgrim absorbing the amazing view.  A nice reward after a long, upward climb.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 42mm, f/10, 1/320 sec)

Layers of beauty.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 30mm, f/10, 1/320 sec)

Once we all finally reached the high point it was mostly downhill to Newton Creek. This would be our final camping spot, but before arriving we had to cross Newton. This time I wasn’t going to play chicken with logs or rocks. The river was moving swiftly. There was a janky, log crossing that looked sketchy. I picked a calmer area and tested out the depth of the creek with my hiking poles. All seemed good and across I went. My boots and socks got soaked, but camp was right on the other side. They had the night to dry out, which they never completely did. 

Newton Creek Crossing.  Where I choose to get my boots wet instead of crossing the janky logs.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 100, 26.5mm, f/10, 1/100 sec)

Sun setting at Newton Creek.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 250, 16mm, f/10, 1/25 sec)

Before crashing that evening, Pilgrim said he’d offer me a cigar, but that he only had one left. He did offer me some Brandy though. I thought that was very nice of him, but I politely declined. I did check out his super-lightweight, Zpacks tent. It was fantastic and you could tell Pilgrim clearly loved it. I’ll have to add it to my ‘Future Gear to Buy List’. 

Third night camp spot.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 2800, 16mm, f/10, 1/25 sec)

DAY 4 

Rain. WT%! That was my wake-up call. I heard sprinkles on my tent and immediately jumped out of bed to avoid having the rest of my gear get wet. When I came across Zoe later that morning on the trail she said the same thing. The rain made her jump out of bed. She also said Pilgrim woke up super early and high-tailed it out of there. I was hoping to say goodbye. It was a pleasure sharing a few moments with him. 

2 of the hikers I finished with headed down to Clark Creek.  (iPhone Xr)

There was one more river crossing to complete after Clark Creek. The White River. This was pretty easy in terms of the water portion, but getting up the other side of the +/-10ft., steep embankment was a doozy. I followed Zoe’s lines. I was worried about both of us, but we both made it out safely. The remainder of the hike was pretty much all uphill and crossed through the Mt. Hood Meadows ski area. There were some beautiful wildflower displays here and on the rest of the leg. Come to think of it, there were tons of gorgeous wildflowers to take-in on the entire trip. 

The White River was an easy cross, but the banks were high and steep.  (iPhone Xr)

White River bed.  (iPhone Xr)

Lovely meadow area.  (iPhone Xr)

A small lenticular cloud was starting to form, but never took off.  (iPhone Xr)

Soon, I could see the Timberline Lodge ski lifts come into view. Next, the parking lot and the lodge itself. The end was near. I felt so happy and proud, but it was also bittersweet. Four of us had made it back at the same time. One guy said jokingly, “are you ready to go around again?” I think we thought about it for a hot second. Zoe and I cheered each other with our hiking poles and we all went back to find our wheels. The drive home was a blur. I was super stoked at first about what I had accomplished, but then I felt a stoned-like feeling. This changed when I pulled up to the house. I was excited to see my wonderful wife, Wendy and our little, 17-pound canine critter, Daisy. I also was looking forward to talking with my family. A pie from our neighborhood haunt, Ranch Pizza topped off the evening before retiring to a much welcomed, real bed. 

4 miles to go!  (iPhone Xr)

Timberline ski lifts in the distance fueling us on. (iPhone Xr)

Seeing the Lodge again was an awesome feeling, but also bittersweet.  (iPhone Xr)

Canada, or Mexico?  Those PCT Hikers amaze me.  (iPhone Xr)

THINGS I LEARNED 

1. Don’t rely on cell service:
I looked at a Verizon Coverage Map and felt pretty comfortable that I’d have service for most for the trip. This was not the case. I should’ve rented or purchased an emergency locator/messenger, like the Garmin inReach

2. Only pack what you need:
I probably could’ve dropped at least 5 pounds. I took way too much food, a camera tripod (only used it 1 time), a giant, brick power bank (still fully charged after the trip), and a Bear Vault 450. A note on the Bear Vault. I love it for organization and it sure beats hanging a sack from a tree limb, but it weighs slightly over 2 lbs. I know, 2 lbs. doesn’t sound like much, but it all adds up quickly. If you enjoy trying to hang a sack in a tree than go that route. I don’t want to deal with that at the end of the day, plus I always seem to forget to put some food or waste inside and need to access it again. Next time, I’d opt for a critter-proof bag, like an Ursack. To be honest, I only saw one other person with a Bear Vault and I never did see any sacks hanging from trees. I’m not sure what others did with their food. At any rate, that’s your only food, protect it, and protect the wildlife. 

3. Stream/River Crossings:
No matter what you read. Stream and River crossings are always changing. Be prepared to cross them safely. Shoot for morning crossings as the water levels are generally lower at the time. Less melt from the snow above. When in doubt, get your feet wet. Don’t try jumping to distance rocks or balancing on unstable logs. Be smarter than my dumb ass. Also, if you don’t like wet boots and don’t mind the extra weight, bring sandals or shoes that won’t fall off and provide protection. 

4. Hiking Boots:
I wore heavy hiking boots, but now I kind of wish I wore some low-top trail running shoes. The ankle support was great with the boots, but I think my feet would’ve been way more comfortable in trail shoes, plus they dry out fast. I’m still undecided on this. 

MISCELLANEOUS FACTS 

Miles Trekked:  42.37 

Elevation Gain:  9,339 ft. 

Total Moving Time:  21:34:27 

People Seen:  +/-100 

Injuries:  Misc. scraps on legs from going over logs, blister on toe 

Major Critters Seen:  1 giant buck, 1 Marten (my first ever sighting) 

Favorite Dehydrated Meals:  Good-to-Go Thai Curry and Smoked Three Bean Chili 

Favorite Snack:  Turkey Jerky 

Favorite luxury item packed:  Havaianas 

Favorite part of the trail:  Can’t pin it down. The entire trail offers so much. 

The hardest part of the trail:  Cloud Cap up Gnarl Ridge (Beautiful Hell) 

GEAR PHOTOS

My crap.  Minus the camera, tripod, food canister, (2) Smartwater bottles and Havaianas.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 6400, 16mm, f/8, 1/13 sec)

4-day meal planning, with some extra.  Only needed 3-days.  Brought too much food, period.  (Nikon Z50, ISO 6400, 18mm, f/8, 1/25 sec)


Magical Maui: Part 1

I always love visiting Hawaii, so when my wife proposed heading to Maui for her birthday, I was like, hell yes!  Once this was easily established, the brainstorming began.  Fortunately, my better half loves to plan our vacations.  Without her, I‘d probably be sitting on the couch in my boxers watching re-runs of Jerry Springer.  It wasn’t long before our itinerary was set.  The schedule loosely followed the below:

Eat - Mai Tai - Walk - Mai Tai - Beach - Mai Tai - Lunch - Mai Tai - Nap - Mai Tai - Dinner - Mai Tai(s) - Sleep

Well, that could’ve very well been the case if we were still in our early 20’s, the actual plan was to accomplish the below:

·         Road to Hana with (2) night’s in Hana

·         7-hour photography workshop with Scott Reither (for this amateur)

·         Snorkel tour of the waters around Molokini Crater

·         Whale watching tour with the Pacific Whale Foundation

These were the main events.  We typically like to do a day on and a day off.   It’s vacation.   We don’t like being constantly on the go, and besides, doing things takes money, and Maui ain’t cheap.

The best decision ever was spending (2) nights in Hana.  It’s such a long drive.   A beautiful one, but long.  I can’t imagine trying to pack everything into one day and driving back, but lots of people do.  If you go, I’d highly recommend spending (1), if not (2) nights in Hana.   It’s also very peaceful there, unlike our next destination, Kaanapali, which was full of resorts and humans.   On our way to Hana we saw so many waterfalls and lots of lovely views of the coastline.   I actually spent around six dollars on an awesome tour that I found on an app called the Shaka Guide.  It was a 6-12 hour guided audio tour of the Road to Hana that didn’t require cell service.   It was money well spent.  If you go, download it and pay for a tour, and no, I’m not getting kickbacks. =)  The only thing you’ll need is a charger cable for your rig and hopefully a Bluetooth stereo system.  We didn’t have either, but the sound on the phone was okay and since we were staying in Hana, my battery just made it.   If you were going to tackle Hana in one day, you’d definitely need some way to juice-up your device.   Oh, and I failed to mention to make sure you don’t forget to stop at Coconut Glen’s for some off-the-wall ice cream made with coconut.   I can still taste it!  YUM!

YUM!  Coconut Glen’s Ice Cream (iPhone 6s)

We arrived at our accommodations in Hana which turned out to have a beautiful view of Hana Bay.  I managed to grab a few photos in the early evening and at sunrise.  There were so many cool rock formations to check out.  They weren’t huge, but they were visually stimulating with the movement of the water. 

Hana Bay in the early morning light.  ISO 100, 16mm, f/16, 15 sec.

Near Hana Kai Vacation Rentals at Hana Bay, ISO 100, 16mm, f/16, 1/4 sec.

Another one of Hana Bay where the sun is just peaking above the horizon, ISO 100, 16mm, f/16, 0.5 sec.

For our first half-day in Hana we spent most of it at Wai’anapanapa State Park.   Wai’anapanapa (yes it’s a mouth full) had a beautiful volcanic-sand beach surrounded by some high cliffs that form a bay.  It also had lots of short hiking trails to explore.  It was a popular place too.  It would probably be best to check out early morning or later in the day.  We were there in the middle of the afternoon.   The park also had tent sites and cabins that were well occupied.  

The volcanic-sand beach at  Wai’anapanapa State Park (iPhone 6s)

The following day we finished the Road to Hana, which actually continues on after Hana.  It led us past another significant waterfall named Wailua Falls and then to Kipahulu in Haleakalā National Park.   While here, we hiked the Pipiwai Trail which deserves 5-stars.   It included an enormous banyan tree, several waterfalls and the best, and only bamboo forest I have ever been in. 

The Pipwai Trail in Haleakala National Park led us to a super cool bamboo  forest.  ISO 100, 16mm, f/16, 4.0 sec.

One of the (2) giant Banyan Trees in the park.  ISO 100, 16mm, f/16, 1.0 sec.

We made our way back down the Pipiwai Trail and explored the coastal region of the park.   My wife had visited here about 10 years ago and was able to swim in the Pools of ‘Ohe’o (aka Seven Sacred Pools), but they were off limits this time due to erosion concerns.  It’s still worth checking out, plus there are some breathtaking views of the coastline.

Looking down the beautiful coastline while at Kipahula. (iPhone 6s)

After eating a picnic lunch in the park, we had to head back to Hana for my doctor’s appointment.  I was at the tail end of a nasty cold prior to arriving in Maui that brought on an ever so joyous sinus infection.  I rarely get sick, but this cold kicked my ass.  I was so happy to find Hana Health.  Doctor Wolfgramm and her staff were very hospitable.  They had all of the meds I needed to kick this shit out of my system.  

I ate some more food, took my meds and then we ventured out to find the “secret” swimming hole that we read about.  It was a little off the beaten path, but you can find if you have the willpower.  It was well worth the hunt.  We arrived to find a few people heading back from a swim that said it was killer.  When we got there, they were right.  However, hardly anyone was there, no one was swimming and we couldn’t figure out how to get out of the water if we took the plunge.   Fortunately, some locals showed up to show us the ropes.  They did some amazing cliff dives too!   It was fun to watch and I was tempted to try, but my old, chicken-shit ass didn’t want to risk another possible visit to the doc for something I’m not accustomed to doing.   So, my wife and I choose to jump off some lower rocks; meaning about 5 ft. above the waterline.  I know, candy asses.   It was still one heck of a good time swimming in such a magical place.

Top secret swimming hole.  (iPhone 6s)

Looking back from the top of the secret swimming hole.  ISO 100, 17mm, f/16, 1.0 sec.

One of our lunch spots, the Hana Ranch Restaurant had an interesting wall of ukuleles.  ISO 800, 18mm, f/8, 1/25 sec.

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