The morning of the 1st I got myself amped up for our girls trip up north. Our bags were packed and tabouli made. Luke took a picture of us and said, “My little girls.. they grow up so fast..” We all laughed and made our way up the steep hill to the road. We go picked up with a guy who ha a very fishy smelling pickup truck. He dropped us by a nearby gas station so we’d have better luck hitching a ride to the airport to pick up our car. After about 20 minutes we were picked up by a really sweet mexican man in his white sedan and opted to drive all 4 of us all the way to the airport. When we got there Julia offered him a few bananas for going out of his way and he graciously accepted.
Our red pontiac was a spicy little ride with just enough room for four and our bags in the trunk. Windows down, radio on… it was time to do this thing. We headed straight for Hawi – “don’t blink or you’ll miss it Hawi” – but would you want to blink in such a wonderous little coastal town? Next was an even smaller town – Kapa’au. We were almost to our final destination but first Keokea where Lorraine from NY took Tyler and I just a month before. It was a little misty but a fantastic view. Having been up north before I felt like a little tour guide sharing knowledge and stories and filling the space and time continuum with memories I’d hope they too would share.
We made it to Pololu Valley a few hours before sunset. It was my favorite place I had been on the island and I couldn’t wait for the girls to see it. When we got out of the car there was a silence.. no words… and finally a voice emerged, “this is beautiful.” We strapped our packs to our backs and began to make our way down the trail. Panoramic vista after panoramic vista – this place really was magic.
“This is amazing, Jess.”
It felt awesome to be back there again This time a whole new energy – a whole new experience. Just me and three amazing kick-ass gals…
First order of business was to set up camp – which was directly followed by driftwood picked up for that nights fire. Jess came down to help and we filled up our arms and headed back up. I decided to get some more and made my way back down.. the whole time I was thinking building fires was not my strong suit and hoped maybe someone else would be excellent at it. Turns out my little expertise would be lighting this fire on that night. I made the teepee with a ball of needles and paper surrounded by an arch of twigs. I took out my flint stick and shaved off a tiny bit of magnesium – the magic touch – just a bit of warm breath to guide the tiny flame. In a few minutes a harder breath was needed to light this fire. After about 4 minutes it was roaring and I thanked Pele (the goddess of fire) for her guidance.
We kept warm by the fire and had some veggie tabouli that Julia and Amelia made paired with some collard leaves. We had a nice time around the rock pit – sharing experience and old memories. As the night wore on and all that was left of the fire was brilliantly burning orange embers, Jess and I brushed our teeth and nestled into our tent. Julia and Amelia stayed out by the fire to watch it slowly burn away. We were laughing, laughing, laughing as we drited, drifted, drifted into sleep.
photos courtesy of my three gals