Manoa Falls

The plan was to hike up to Manoa Falls. After an big breakfast at the busy Eggs 'n Things, we drove to the trail head. Because of the heat, I suggested everybody (my dad and sis) bring extra water. If I had known I would end up carrying all of the packs and water later on, I would have kept my mouth shut.

We made many stops along the way to the falls. At one stop, an elderly man caught up with us. His name was Jerry and he had lived most of his 87 years on Oahu. He had helped build part of the trail and hiked it regularly. We enjoyed his company while we walked. He was so knowledgeable and had so many stories, it made the journey that much better.

After a brief stop at the falls, he volunteered to lead us up the 'Aihualama trail, a series of switchbacks leading to the Pauoa Flats trail and eventually a ridge overlooking Nuuana Valley. A couple of young French guys joined our little expedition, which was quickly feeling like a certain fellowship. Gandalf Jerry led the group at a steady pace and somebody remarked that he was in better shape than the rest of us.

The view at the overlook was well worth the effort. While I found the hike energizing, it was the minority opinion. I gave my mom a call just to have one of those can-you-hear-me-now? moments and then took in a deep breath as I took in the sight one last time. We thanked Jerry and our French companions before heading back down. The return trip was much faster and we were soon on our way to the next destination.