#Kauai hiking

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The Kalalau Trail: A Journey Through Paradise

The Kalalau Trail stands as a testament to the raw, untamed beauty of Kauai’s Na Pali Coast, captivating adventurers with its rugged cliffs, lush valleys, and pristine beaches. Stretching approximately 11 miles along the northwest coast of the island, this iconic trail offers hikers a glimpse into a world untouched by time. Here’s everything you need to know to embark on your own adventure along…

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Vacation in Kauai 🌺🌴

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Waimea Canyon 

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Ocean meets blue sky!

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„Waimea Canyon Drive“ #waimea #kauai #roadpic #hiking #reddirt #nature #nikonphotography #808 #landscapephotography #zfc (hier: Waimea Canyon Drive) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqvyveNPrLk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Edge of the world 💚

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Queen's Bath: The Dangerous Yet Breathtaking Hike on Kauai

The Beautiful Queen’s Bath Hike You know you are at the right trailhead if you see this sign. Let me go ahead and confirm it for you now, yes this area can be dangerous and people have died. Yes, the waves can become very large and powerful to sweep people off the rocks and into the ocean. It has happen many times over the past few decades. The sign at the beginning of the rocky tide pools…

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Trekking where roosters know not

The guide, All Trails, rates our hike Thursday as “difficult”. However,  this was, for my wife and myself,  our third attempt in 20 years to reach a spectacular waterfall on the Kalaulau Trail. This area along the Na Pali coast on the island of Kauai is a must-see.  Rain and a healthy dose of  “not wanting to die” has prevented us from getting farther than the beach 2 miles into the 11- mile…

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Hawaii Family Vacation: Island of Hawaii & Kauai Itinerary

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Did the Hawaiian Jungle Swallow Stephen & Jenny Reisburg?

Stephen Reisberg, 34, and his wife Jenny Sun-Reisberg, 28, were a Boston couple who enjoyed hiking and traveling. In late August 1990, they left Massachusetts for a trip that included hiking in the Tetons before visiting friends in San Francisco and then flying to Kauai, Hawaii.

Their plans were to hike the challenging Mount Waialeale in Kauai's Kokee State Park in early September, though they were expected back in Massachusetts around September 9th. However, witnesses reported seeing the couple in Kauai after that date, which wasn't unusual since they were known to change travel plans spontaneously.

The last known person to see the Reisbergs was the former program director of the Kokee Museum of Natural History. He met them on or around September 9th as they studied maps of Mount Waialeale, determined to hike it despite his warnings about the difficult terrain and lack of trails. They set off against his advice.

Around September 24th, Jenny's status as a doctoral candidate at Harvard raised flags when she didn't return as scheduled. Two weeks later, their rental car was found at the Pu'u O Kila lookout in Kokee State Park, packed with their belongings for the flight home.

An extensive four-day search of the park starting September 27th turned up only a scarf that may or may not have belonged to Jenny. A male hiker also reported hearing a woman's moans in the area 10 days earlier, potentially connected to the case.

While authorities didn't outwardly suspect foul play, the complete disappearance of two experienced hikers was perplexing. One possibility raised was the couple crossing paths with marijuana growers who had killed hikers in that region in 1990.

Local rumors circulated that Stephen faked their disappearance because he was unhappy being a doctor, though family dismissed this speculation. After 34 years, their whereabouts remain unknown.

Were the Reisbergs victims of a tragic hiking accident on Mount Waialeale? Or did they have a deadly run-in with criminals protecting a grow operation in Kokee State Park? With no bodies ever found, authorities have few answers. A memorial was held in 1990, but their disappearance remains an unsolved mystery haunting those who knew them.

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Another hike with a stunning view! Kauai

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I did some additional research and apparently the last female Kauai 'O'o died somewhere during 1982-1983, so the last male (recorded in 1987) had been singing his call for years trying to find a mate who would sing back. I am devastated at the loss of this wonderful creature. Hoping I can return to Kaua'i before my body is too weak to expedition and hike, so that I can document more of the endemic fauna than last time (2018).

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I woke up this morning and wore my Ohana hat from a store in Hanalei in the house where I'm staying off Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles. Ohana means family in Hawaiian, and I'm not talking bloodline, though of course it also means bloodline.

I woke up this morning and tried to reach my friend Kat again who lives up country in Maui because they don't have water or electricity and I did not hear from her yet.

I woke up this morning missing Conor and Mika. Last time I returned to Kauai from Los Angeles, five year old Conor asked me what it was like to miss me.

It makes me wonder why as adults we go so long without wondering. How we decide so much before we ask questions.

I went to get a coffee at Erewhon in Pacific Palisades, a health food store where Margaret Cho cut in front of me in line two days ago to order her post workout protein drink with her entourage.

I got into the checkout line and my cashier was a beautiful American Indian man with a moon face and long gray hair to his shoulders and gentle eyes, and he asked me if I was a member of the store.

No, I don't live here, I said, I'm not a member.

Where do you live?

Hawaii.

When I spoke Hawaii, he stopped what he was doing - put my groceries down and reached across the counter for both my hands. His fingers were ringed with turquoise and silver.

He asked me if I was alright.

Yes, I don't live on Maui, I said, but...well, of course I have friends who do, and no - nobody is really alright there at all.

Right there, in the middle of a store on Sunset Blvd. with peonies and sunflowers and eucalyptus leaves in extravagant bouquets, with six kinds of exotic mushrooms and every kind of fresh sushi and nut milk ever made - a place where a protein drink is named after Hailey Bieber -

he blessed me - and everyone on Maui.

I felt a warmth rush through me, and all of humanity between us - the women buying the $300 t-shirts next door and the homeless man with the matted hair being followed by security last night.

The American Indians who have so much suffering in their DNA, they know what a Land Grab is, they know how the government conspires to take and not serve the people...

His name was Joseph and he blessed me, and in blessing me and the people of Maui, he also blessed you - you who are reading this. Whatever illness you are healing from, whatever pain you have endured, whatever laughter and joy you grab when you can and savor....

his blessing was also meant for you.

I'm helping a dear friend heal from an injury and teaching and hiking and weeping and writing and listening to stories about home, because that's our topic in the writing group - love of home.

Los Angeles is not my home anymore - Hawaii has been for fifteen years, but the Santa Monica canyon and Will Rogers park live inside of me, and always will.

Each morning I walk the dogs and take in the morning sage.

Each night I walk the dogs again and listen to the owls talk to each other across the canyon.

Each night I stay up late on my computer learning what I can do to help Maui.

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I'm sure somebody close to you needs help. Sometimes all we need to do is cook for someone and share a meal and pick up groceries, or share a story.

Even take out their trash.

Let's give and give to each other until it's a way of life again. I promise you it will create a ripple wave that will reach as far as Maui, and create the feeling of Ohana all over the world.

Yesterday on Abbott Kinney, I stood in front of a gallery window staring at this painting of The Last Supper by Johan Andersson. I took a photo of it, when a family walked in between me and the painting - they paused.

We all discussed what it meant. At the table is someone snorting drugs, an exhausted mother not paying attention to her baby, a prison inmate, two people making out - someone with a machine gun.

Finally, the mother in the group looked at me and sighed.

It means Jesus loves all of us, she said.

Yep - All of us, I echoed.

Take someone's hands today you love and pass the blessing on.

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To honor all the houseless people on Maui today, and all over the world, I give you this last stanza of a Mary Oliver poem - "On Losing a House."

Goodbye, house. Goodbye, sweet and beautiful house, we shouted, and it shouted back, goodbye to you, and lifted itselfdown from the town, and set offlike a packet of clouds acrossthe harbor’s sandy ring, the tossing bell, the untowned point— and turned lightly, wordlessly, into the keep of the wind where it floats still— where it plunges and rises still  on the black and dreamy sea.

-Laura Lentz