Epic Journey to Waimanu – The Valley of Many Waters
July 31st – August 8th, 2012
We’ve been packing, getting ready
our bags are about 45 pounds each!
Food for 7 days, camping gear, all we need and more
We head out to Honoka’a to Gloria’s house
she is taking us to the trail head and keeping our car at her house
It’s overcast and rainy
we pray for it to get better
Once at the lookout
for the Waipio valley to appear
Fog is all we see
Rain falls a bit
is it ever going to clear?
We plan on camping at a friend’s farm in Waipio
but the ground is wet and cold
we realized it wasn’t going to clear
Today was not the day to hike in
Spirit said “ come back another day”
we both heard the message
and the journey starts to unfold and twist into the unknown
Our egos were hurt
a sense of non-accomplishment accompanied us for a little while
we are aware
we recognize this
go on and trust
We called Gloria from the paid phone
got picked up not knowing what was next
Getting some rain jackets in Hilo and going back home for the night?
We called Mark, Daniel’s friend. Mark has a house in Hamakua, just minutes away from the trailhead
He says “ I’m not home but please feel free to stay at my house”
No need to drive more than 2 hours home!
Hilo is our mandatory 1st stop
rain jackets are needed
Mark’s home next
We unpacked and re-packed
taking about 5 pound off each bag!
What a relief!
an unusual shot of tequila
a talk with the old time friend -glass blower, George
a warm shower and a cozy bed
in gratitude we stand
2 lovely cats and a 46 year old talking parrot
A good restful night
a peaceful morning with a walk to the river
we love and flow
like the river
at 10 am we were at Gloria’s house
ready to be taken to the lookout
today is the day
the sky is clear
the wind brings a sense of confidence
we walked down of the steep road to Waipio
soon we get picked up by some locals in the back of their truck
“you like some burn?”, the driver asked
we pass with a smile
saving a good mile and half of steep and muddy road
the river is gentle
fear is present but we walk
My mind says “ you are on your own”
my higher self, a louder voice says “No, you are not. I’m with you.
Contigo a mi lado
a quien temeré
and Osho says:
“In the beginning there is no difference between the coward and the courageous person. The only difference is, the coward listens to his fears, and the courageous person puts them aside and goes ahead.
The courageous person goes into the unknown in spite of all fears”
The Muliwai trail a.k.a. the “Z trail”
0.2 miles of sand across Waipio Beach
1 mile of rocky uphills
2.8 miles of ups and down through valleys
We crossed about 7 rivers, 7 valleys
moist jungle, huge albizias and many iron wood forests
all so beautiful
all so magic.
Heli – Pad # 4 shows there is still 3.4 more miles to go
We started too late
it’s time to look for a place to camp
We are tired
A nice clearing on the overlook is shown to us
perfect spot to set camp
We eat cheese, read and rest
At 3am I woke up with pain in my left ovary
later on I realized in was really my intestines
here go again!
I stretched, pray and fell sleep again till 7am
By 9am we were down on the next valley
filtering some water
by 9:30am we were on track again
by noon, we could see the waterfalls, the river, Waimanu beach from the trail
all waiting for us!
but such a CRAZY steep trail down!
We arrived and walked all the way to the end of the beach
Took my clothes off
and jumped in the water!
playful and strong…
at the perfect temperature!
the perfect massage after a long hike
the foam, the mist, the sound,
caressed, loved, embraced
THE BEST beach ever!
and the ocean took it within
as a witness
as a loving offering from us
Back at camp
putting the tarp up challenges us
we tried many ways
we let it go
we try again
until we finally get it
Ahhh…. life is sweet!
Even a little cheating,
a little technology
we are guilty…
We got to watch a movie in our little Ipod screen
Oh! aren’t we blessed!
a little effort yes, but just enough to make you appreciate it…
Discovering the spring
we take baths in our inner being…
Walking on kukui nut shells
pieces of pig on the trail
the hunters have left a trace
we walk to the pristine waters of the Waimanu Muliwai ( the river – the stream)
describing a place like this is like trying to describe God
is earthy and heavenly
is both gentle and powerful
is silent yet melodious
is experiential and personal
Muddy, steep but luscious trail
take us deep into the womb of the valley
take us deep into the healing water