Close to the ocean, the river was wide and open, silky smooth and peaceful.
Beyond the bridge is the ocean. We put the kayaks in the water at a small boat ramp near the bridge.
The further up river we paddled, the narrower the river became.
Eventually we were in tunnels of jungle trees. Paddling upriver was easy, the current was not strong.
Here we landed and got out to visit the Fern Grotto. It was a lovely large flower garden; at one time. Now it is being destroyed by wild pigs rooting up the soil, trees and plants. A half circle of rock cliff was covered thick in ferns, before the dry spell, now the ferns remaining are brown and dry. We stayed for a brief walk through and I got no pictures.
Eventually we reached our final landing site. We found the trail and headed into the jungle. It was dark, humid and warm; very warm.
The trail was narrow and slick with moist mud. Much of the trail followed the river.
We passed these little falls and the trail forked. We agree on which fork to take, the one continuing along the river. As we hiked on, the trail became more narrow, increasingly wet, and suspiciously similar to a wild pig trail. We climbed on and on. The trail stopped, no warning just an abrupt end. It was a pig trail. We had climbed higher and steeper than I had realized as we had been trudging uphill. The hike down the narrow, slick, mud trail with a raging (at this point it seemed to be raging) river below was not pleasant. We made it to the fork without plunging to a watery death. I was emotionally and physically exhausted.
We made it to the falls. Those small spots at the bottom are people in the pool. A very high and beautiful waterfall. We didn't spend much time here, we figured we had just enough time to get back before nightfall. I slept quite well that night.
Speaking of sleep, it's time to get to bed. I'll be heading home tomorrow and will be working in my home territory for a while. Back to the land of poor Internet connection, thus fewer pictures to share.
Thanks for joining me and sharing your thoughts.







The clouds have drifted by and the sky is clear. We have driven a bit further and this is another view.
Feral hens, chicks and roosters are all over the island. Everywhere. These were pecking about in the parking area at the end of the canyon drive.
Mutt and Jeff









Ollie suited up and went to work with the bees, note the absence of gloves... *shudder*...


She insisted on taking us out for a ride, said that if we didn't mind the rain, she sure didn't. Said it would probably clear up in 5 minutes or so anyways. Jerry and I wore rain coats, she did not.
And a picture of all three of us wet riders. My camera was getting drenched, so not many rainy ride pictures to share.












A couple hundred, post card quality photos of our Hawai'i vacation are loaded on my computer. You've seen the typical palm trees and ocean scenes and mountains. I'm sharing an original here folks. Ollie Shagnasty, a colorful and well known bee keeper on the island, and a distant 'some-how' related, cousin of Jerry, takes us way out on the Kuaui coffee plantation on a bee hive adventure.
I thought of titling this 'Chick Magnet'.