Our Adventure in Kauai: Day 3

Honopu Ridge Trail kicked my butt. But it was the kind of butt-kicking that hurts so good afterwards. There was fear, red dirt, off-key singing, green explosions, and chubby blocks of fresh ahi jerky.

As we piled into a dusty mini-flatbed truck that smelled “natural,” and met our guide Steve – 60ish, unkempt hair, wiry limbs, and deep wrinkled tan – I knew we were in for a visceral adventure.

Although the hike up to what I coined the “Red Dirt Ridge” is only about 5-7 miles total, it requires getting up close and personal with dense greenery, root-ridden uphill trails, and your own body. You’ve also got to be patient because you may do some backtracking. But boy, is it worth all that red dust getting up in those tiny crevices (yeah, you’ll know what I mean after you take a shower).

Although many who visit Kauai opt see the Na Pali Coast by air; nothing beats seeing it off a powder dirt “cliff” carved by time and tropical winds.

When you do this trek, it feels as if your mind moves from one world to the next a la Cloud Atlas. First you’re in Nea So Copros (for me, Chicago), then you go back in time to the greenest of Green (when Nature still perseveres despite humans blowing themselves up), then you’re on Mars, and then you gaze out from the apex to the Blue Yonder where you imagine everyone talks with an overly elaborate, overly romanticized 19th century vocabulary.

I know I sound corny, but this place does inspire such grandiosity and I unapologetically bathed myself in it. It’s the kind of Stuff that helps me get through the languishing of the Everyday, every day.

Fully dirty and fully content, Steve had a nice detour planned for us and I’d recommend it to any visitor. Doesn’t require a pinch of the physical effort as Honopu, but it’s quite a sight. The Pu’u Hinahina Lookout lays out a spectacular view of Waimea Canyon. You can see all the way down to the Pacific whilst your two feet stand firmly planted on a concrete platform.

We had a sleepy, windy ride back as we listened to Steve crooning his heart out to Marvin Gaye. A pit stop at JoJo’s Shave Ice capped off our trek. I had the #12 Fruity Special, a pineapple-orange-lillikoi-macnut ice cream treat. Jordan had the strawberry-mango-coconut-vanilla cream-macnut ice cream flavor blast. We both agreed the macadamia nut ice cream trumped the shaved ice.

Sushi and drinks at the Stevenson Library back at the Hyatt didn’t have a chance of competing against chomping down homemade ahi tuna jerky in the middle of the Kauai jungle. But the cocktails and fresh fish didn’t hurt one bit.

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