I
got a chance to hike the Alaka’i Swamp trail with people from the Native Plant Society. It’s a two hour drive from Princeville to the
Lodge at Kokee where we were to meet. I
woke up to a crystal clear day and hit the road at 6:00am. An hour later, still
clear in Lihue, I stopped to try for a shot of Waialeale. Being the rainiest spot on
earth, it isn’t visible very often.
Wai'ale'ale (wy-all-eh-all-eh)
From
the Lodge we carpooled in 4WD trucks several miles on Camp 10 road to the trail
head. I hoped to be back on the North
shore by 5pm so I elected to ride with Mike who said he might have to turn around
early to meet another commitment that day himself.
Po'omau Canyon
This is a cleft of Waimea Canyon I don't usually get to see but we met near here to start the hike. Eleven of us started and three turned around a mile in. It turns out my ride was with one of the native plant experts; I stuck close, and we went the whole distance.
This little wedge where the trails meet has been carefully cleared of all non-native plants,
a true look at the ancient forest.
With all the research I've been doing for my book it is a real pleasure to go to the source. Kokee's forests, wet and dry, provide a living museum.
There were debates about Latin names and current but ever changing botanical classifications but these sidebars were welcome as I used the time to click away on the camera.
The wire on the boards keeps you from slipping when they are running with water
Great when they are in good repair
This is the Alaka'i Swamp and Laka is present in every step, every breath
Of the half dozen times I’ve hiked the trail, only once was it clear enough at the Kilohana overlook to see Wainiha Valley directly below and the ocean and even Hanalei Bay in the distance. This was not the day. I didn’t care – I was there to be educated about the plants. I was able to more or less ignore the ones I know and learn new ones – so exciting. We had lunch at the platform and left at 1:00 right on schedule.
That's the view! Sorry I didn't get names. Mike on left, me on right.
The two youths in center back were not with us.
The bog track and platform are in a dismal state of rot. We precariously came back down to the stream without incident (only once did I more or less do the splits when I stepped on a muddy root and my foot chose to follow it out from under me - no damage, no humiliation - and the mud washed out later). Once crossed we had dry trails.
The bright green is 'uluhe (oo-loo-hay) fern
We had fooled around looking at plants for 3.5 hours in and marched back out in 1.5. I stopped at a Mc Donalds in Ele’ele to wipe down, put my dress on and make it to the next engagement on time (more or less).
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