I had been waiting to do this hike for quite sometime and woke up early
and anxious to get started. After a quick breakfast I jumped in my car and headed to
the back of Moanalua Valley. The trail starts off with a long dirt road walk of
about 2 1/2 miles. I noticed tons of guava trees along the road as I walked along
admiring the songs of the many white-rumped shama and japanse bush warblers. As I
approached the start of the trail I was a bit bummed because the top was still socked in,
but I kept the faith that Shari Shima would be wrong again since she said sunny mornings
with afternoon showers.Turning onto the trail, I crossed the stream a couple times and
then hit the switchbacks up the side ridge that had me pop out just before the false
summit on Tripler ridge. I spent time admiring the Ohi'a, as I had just bought both
a red and an orange Ohi'a the weekend before! A quick burst of energy and I was at
the top of Tripler ridge, unfortunately surrounded by clouds. I sat down and started
munching on my powerbar and right then the clouds cleared and I was treated to incredible
views of Kaneohe below me and Kahuauli, Lanihuli, Konahuanui and Olomana in the distance!
I was soon joined by other members of the HTMC who had come over from Ha'iku
stairs. As the clouds moved back in I said goodbye and headed west towards Keahi a
Kahoe.
I passed a couple side trails on the right that seemed to head down the cliffs (I later
learned that these switchback to the concrete support bases for the powerlines). I
reached a radar tower and climbed around on it, getting all slimed with moss and mold in
the process. Moving on, I reached Keahi a Kahoe rather quickly and decided to
continue west to the Ha'iku stairs terminus. There I met up with another group who
had climbed the stairs. Looking down into the Moanalua saddle, I could see the
Moanalua Valley trail about 2/3 of the way to Aiea Ridge and decided that was my goal for
today.
Taking the stairs, I dropped into the saddle to a stone platform where the trail seemed
to end. I decided to try to push on to see if it was doable. At first it
seemed just like normal ridge walking although through overgrown conditions. Then
the ridge began to get increasingly narrow. I came across the first drop section and
saw a rope that looked pretty sturdy so I trusted it and dropped on down. The next
drop section looked a bit more hairy and although there was a cable, it didn't look very
guarantee so I climbed down without it. I believe it was the next section that I
came to that also had a cable but this one was a rusty peg into the very crumbly eroded
rock. There was no way I was going to trust this thing, so because there was a
relatively wide patch of dirt below, I took the jump instead.
The next drop section was a doosey. Looking over that ledge was pretty scary
because I felt it could break away at any time. There was a cable I could see below,
but if you trusted it and it gave way, it could be pretty bad! I ended up
backtracking a bit and contouring along the leeward side of it, with pieces of rock giving
way with every step. The next and what appears to be the final drop section seems
the worst by far. I stopped at the top and surveyed the situation for several
minutes trying to find a way down. Something in my mind told me that it was time to
give in and turn around; but I was SO close! Just this one more drop and I'd be home
free! Finally, my mind got the better of me and back I went.
When I got back to the place where I had jumped, I realized that I shouldn't have done
that because I didn't know how to get back up! I ended up contouring the windward
side of a sheer cliff! I got back on the ridge and towards the leeward side as soon
as I could. I was about to pull myself back up on the ridge when the side gave way
and sent me tumbling! By the time my fall was graciously stopped by a tree, I had
fallen about 50ft. The way back up was too eroded so I had to instead work my way
down the nearest well-treed ridge. Following pig trails and when low enough, the
stream, I continued in a rightward direction until I eventually met up with the Moanalua
Valley trail and my salvation back the the mobile!
Date: March 7, 1999
Time Duration: 9hours (my way)
Difficulty: Blue
Danger: Blue
Moanalua Valley saddle extension:
Difficulty: Black
Danger: Double Black
