

The first picture is starting out at the bottom...
Next, is from the very top coming down.
Third is the tressel where you have to stay on the tracks or you will fall through (about a 20 ft. drop. Last are the beautiful views of Hanauma Bay and our town of Hawaii Kai.



I am out of shape. I have said it before and I will say it again. I am out of shape. So what the hell was I thinking when I decided to climb the mountain that abuts Koko Head crater. Was it pride? Was it determination? Was it curiosity? Was it jealousy (Elizabeth has already done it)? It was probably a combination of the above with a little added stupidity.
I was working when Elizabeth climbed it about a week ago. I called her at about the time she made it to the top. When she picked up I couldn't understand a thing being said. Her words were blocked by the wind blowing across the mountaintop and her own oxygen deprived gasps. Elizabeth works out. I don't. Sure, I can do this!
So I have my first day off after a long two week shift and decide to spend it killing myself. I don't mind spending days doing myself in, as long as it involves a couch and a beer. I'm Irish remember. So we get in the car and drive about 2 miles to this park that leads up to the mountain. Behind a baseball field the path begins. The first 100 yards are twists and turns up and around makeshift dirt paths that lead to the beginning of the end. The treck up the mountain is actually a nice stroll up a step-like incline made by an old tram car that used to travel up it back in the day. At the top is an abandoned helicopter pad. It is the most intimidating feat I have seen since I decided to go lazyboy. But I attack it with vigor.
Elizabeth sets off behind me. The first 100 or so steps aren't bad. The incline is about 20 degrees. My heart rate is about 50% of maximum. Already! By the way, there are about 1000 steps. After the first 100 or so the incline turns to about 30 degrees. My legs hurt. My breathing is a little labored. I have to rest. We brought 3 water bottles and I have already consumed one.
Back to the grind. About midway there is a small tressel that bridges a 30 yard gap and sits about 10-20 feet off the ground. It is a place we will later witness a grown man crawling across like Vern in Stand By Me. We cross it gingerly. It is old with very visible dryrot and very suspect planks. But we make it. We have crossed about 500 steps. I am nearly spent. And we haven't even hit the hard part.
The next half sucks. There is no better descriptor than that. The incline changes dramatically. it is now at about 60 degrees with various areas probably reaching 65. We have to stop and rest every 25 or so steps. My legs burn. My chest hurts (I think. And no I am not having angina. I think). Elizabeth is huffing behind me and occasionally laughing at me. My pulse has reached its peak. It is going at about 120 and I can feel it in my neck. My pits are drenched and my mouth is dry. The surrounding terraine is like a desert and I think I see a lake. All right, I am being very dramatic here but it did suck. Anyway, after several stops, we made it! What a view. Standing on top of an old, beat up landing pad you could see the the entire south side of the island and clear to the next. The wind blew nearly as hard as I breathed. It was worth it. We stayed up there for about 15 minutes and then had to go because Elizabeth absolutely could not miss Oprah. The way down was a breeze even with Jello legs. I will do it again, but it won't be soon. Tomorrow I think I'll have a beer instead.









