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The Hawaiian Trail & Mountain Club Newsletter January - February - March 2002 |
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The Hawaiian Trail & Mountain Club Newsletter January - February - March 2002 |
DUES ARE DUE!
Justin Ohara
I would like to request again that members pay their annual dues as soon as possible after receiving their billing envelope. It is probably not generally known, but unless annual dues are paid by December 31st each year, club membership lapses. We would appreciate the kokua of all members by asking that you renew your membership promptly. This will minimize the time and effort spent chasing delinquent dues, and will permit your Board to devote more time to hiking, our primary focus. Timely renewals will also minimize the problems caused when a membership has lapsed and an individual has to be reinstated. A lapsed member must fulfill the requirements of a new applicant, i.e. make three club hikes and have them certified. Mahalo.
THELMA GREIG - A LIVING KALEIDOSCOPE
Joyce Tomlinson
Some time ago, I gave Thelma a gift of a kaleidoscope which, when turned, showed an endless pattern of colors in various shapes. She was fascinated with it and later I realized why it was so fascinating for her. The infinite patterns reflect her many interests, like facets in her mind, which are a constantly changing pattern of ideas and creations. HTMC has benefited infinitely from her artistic endeavors.
Thelma became a member of HTMC in 1955 and has been a contributing member ever since. For decades she was the point of contact for the club, and her name and face became familiar to visitors from around the world. For information, her phone number was listed first on the quarterly schedule of HTMC and she fielded the same questions week after week. She served on the Board of Directors for countless terms and she held various positions on the board including Treasurer, then on committees such as entertainment and schedules. She was one of the few female presidents of the club and served from 1975-1977. There were members of the club who did not want a female president in the male dominated club, but she proved to be a fine one, the second female president ever. She was responsible for bonding with the Sierra Club and proposed the yearly potluck with them. She became indispensable to the Schedule Committee as she hosted the meeting at her house on Harding Avenue for over thirty years. At first the meetings were around the kitchen table and later in her studio upstairs. More often than not, she would provide unusual home made snacks for the committee and enjoyed joining in the "talk story" and jokes, which became a part of the committee meeting.
Thelma was an avid hiker and hiked Oahu trails up into her 80's. She also was a hike leader, developed hikes, and often led hikes with her friend, Mary Booth. It was their quest to lead hikes in a series, which would cover the circumference of Oahu. While hiking, Thelma applied her profession, that of photographer, and took pictures of people and also Hawaiian flora. She has a vast collection of shots of HTMC members on the trail and of plants. She participated in many outer island trips and has memories of the unusual gear and abilities of certain club members.
Thelma has been tireless in her vision, efforts and plans to improve the clubhouse. She designed the barbecue, which continues to withstand heavy use. She helped organize the sewing of new covers for the pillows and mattresses, some of which are still in the bunkroom. She applied her drawing talents when she designed our stationary, note cards featuring the clubhouse and the logo, which appears on our quarterly schedule. Each April she would take it upon herself to make a memento for the current president and present it at the annual meeting. She also started and maintained the President's plaque having the nameplates made each year. Years ago, she created silk screens for printing T-shirts with HTMC designs she created. She then had screening days at the clubhouse for printing them. She was interested in the landscaping of the grounds of the clubhouse, planted many plants she had propagated and advised the club on plants.
We salute you, Thelma, a living treasure of the Hawaiian Trail and Mountain Club, a never ending but constantly turning kaleidoscope of ideas and creations.
KO`OLAU SUMMIT TRAIL HISTORY - PART 5
Stuart Ball
Summit Trail Building-Black Junction to Kawailoa (1/34-9/34)
In early 1934 Forester Judd assigned his assistant, Glenn W. Russ to direct the Emergency Conservation Work (ECW) projects on O`ahu. Realizing that his small staff could only manage the forestry aspects of ECW, Judd asked the Governor to transfer the business functions to another department. On 10 January Governor Judd designated his Budget Director, James W. Lloyd as ECW Business Administrator, and Contracting and Purchasing Officer.
Lloyd faced several immediate problems, including a critical shortage of trucks on O`ahu to transport workers to the job sites. He quickly ordered nineteen 1.5-ton stake body trucks from the mainland for $1,037.86 each. However, they did not arrive until 14 March, delaying the start of the actual work until late that month. There was, of course, no shortage of enthusiastic, but inexperienced young men willing to build trail and plant trees.
The unemployed men hired to work on ECW projects became members of the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC). On O`ahu the CCC was organized in two separate divisions, the Wahiawa Camp and the Honolulu Unit. Both divisions had about 200 men and 10 foremen, but each was operated differently. The Wahiawa Camp resembled a mainland CCC camp where the men lived in barracks and were provided with food and clothing. The camp was located at the National Guard camp in Schofield Barracks, courtesy of General Wells. Assistant Forester Russ assigned the men there to build the Poamoho and Kawailoa Trails.
The Honolulu Unit was a local adaptation of the Puerto Rican model. The men lived at home and provided their own food and clothing. The unit had a small field office in back of the Board of Agriculture and Forestry building at Young and Ke`eaumoku Streets. Heading the Honolulu Unit was Project Superintendent Gunder E. Olson. He and his men would build the Waiawa [Kipapa] and Ko`olau Summit Trails.
The Honolulu Unit began operation on 26 March. The newly arrived trucks fanned out over O`ahu to pick up workers at staging areas and transport them to the job sites. One day, probably in April, a thirty-man trail crew climbed the Pupukea-Kahuku Trail to a marked point just beyond the broad windward overlook. There the crew began clearing due south along a side ridge leading to the Ko`olau summit. The Army later named the new intersection Black Junction. On the ECW Monthly Work Progress Report it was called Mile 0.0 of Project T3, the Ko`olau Summit Trail.
On 18 May Forester Judd ignored the paperwork on his desk and joined a CCC crew realigning the Pupukea-Kahuku Trail. He and Ranger Max Landgraf helped set charges to blast rock in `Ohi`a `Ai Gulch. The two then hiked to Black Junction and walked about 0.3 mile to the end of the Summit Trail. There they found Foreman Ernest W. Landgraf and his crew pushing southeast around the head of `Ohi`a `Ai Gulch. Judd and Ranger Landgraf scouted ahead to mark a route for the new trail.
During the first two weeks of June, Judd and Russ prepared a program report with cost estimates for the second six-month ECW period (10/01/34-03/31/35). The report included all ten of the original O`ahu trail construction projects still outstanding from the first six-month period. Also included was a new trail, Wailele [La`ie], which would connect with the Summit Trail. On 16 June the new Governor, Joseph B. Poindexter mailed the report to Secretary of the Interior Ickes. Later in the month ECW Director Fechner approved the projects and expenditures of about $234,000.
On 30 July Judd, Russ and Foreman Landgraf climbed the Pupukea-Kahuku Trail and started hiking the Summit Trail. They finally reached the forward trail crew 0.5 mile south of the Malaekahana junction. Judd commented,
"The new trail is well built, but muddy and will require going over in a few places after it dries up somewhat."
The three then descended the Malaekahana Trail past the pig hunters' cabin, now turned into a CCC camp to house the trail crews during the workweek.
The first six-month ECW period ended on 30 September 1934. By that date the Ko`olau Summit Trail stretched from Black Junction to Pu`u Ka`inapua`a, a distance of about 5.2 miles. The Honolulu Unit had also extended the Castle Trail to the summit, and built the Waiawa Trail to within 0.75 mile of the top. Men from the Wahiawa Camp had pushed the Kawailoa Trail to within one mile of the summit and the Poamoho Trail even closer.
Next: Summit Trail Building-Castle to Kawailoa-almost (10/34-3/35). Mother Nature strikes back! Wild pig for dinner 5 days a week??
REQUEST FOR INFORMATION - WAIMALU AND WAIAWA DITCH HIKES
Stuart Ball
I am working on some historical sketches of some of the Oahu trails. Does anyone remember taking the Waimalu or Waiawa Ditch hikes in the 70s, 60s, 50s, or 40s? Here are a few specific questions to jog your memory:
Waimalu (or McCandless) Ditch
1. What was the hike route when the ditch was operating, and the subdivision wasn't there? Cane fields; reservoir; ditch tender's house?
2. What was the valley route in the 60s? piggery; wagon road; relicts of Honolulu Plantation Co.; charcoal ovens; trellis bridge; old shack; Hawaiian house site?
Waiawa (or Old Ahern or Ahrens) Ditch
1. What was the hike route like? Old Waiawa Valley road; ditchmen's house at South Portal; dam and cabin at trail end; long, dark tunnel (bring flashlight); ditch operating with water in it?
2. What was the old route over the Ko`olau Range into Waiahole?
If these questions bring back any memories, please call me at 247-5380. Thanks--Stuart.
HIKING THE KOHALA DITCH
([Pololu Valley to Waipio Valley with the Dodge Family by John B. Hall with assistance from Fred and Alyce Dodge)
[This is the first of two installments detailing John's grueling backpack through the backcountry of one of the most isolated areas of the Big Island.]
It was August of 1977 when Fred Dodge and his two teen-age children, Charlie, 17, and Alyce (Tootsie), 16, and I hiked across the north slope of the Kohala mountain from the end of the road above Pololu Valley to Waipio Valley. I had hiked the Kohala Ditch trail with the Hawaiian Trail and Mountain Club some years before on a trip organized by Dick Booth, I believe. On that trip we had taken the inland trail, and wound behind a waterfall and in and out of many deep gulches before reaching the end of the trail. This time we stayed on the coastal route, crossing the mouth of Pololu Valley and climbing the wall on the farside. Here the trail forks, with the right branch running up the ridge and eventually connecting with the inland trail in Honokane Nui Valley.
We intended to take the left fork, but it crossed a patch of bare dirt at the junction and was less obvious, so we missed it and hiked some distance up the ridge before realizing our mistake. This is standard procedure for a Dodge-Hall hike. Each of us suffers from the misguided notion that the other one is paying attention and will keep us on the trail! Eventually, we found the right trail, however, and followed it down and across the mouth of Honokane Nui and over the next ridge to a small but lovely campsite near Bill Sproat's cabin in Honokane Iki. There is a small, but secluded bay at the mouth of Honokane Iki, and I slung my hammock between two trees at the head of this bay, while Fred and his youngsters put up their tent on a flat nearby. Cliffs lined thesides of the little inlet and coconut palms graced the shore at thehead. In all, it would be hard to find a more beautiful and tranquil camping spot.
In the morning, I had the usual hassle with Fred over whether to leave at a reasonable hour (the crack of dawn) or sleep late and diddle around until it got nice and hot so we could have a good sweat while climbing the hills and, at the end of the day, have to grope around in the dark to set up camp and fix supper. Fred claims I've sometimes insisted that we leave at 4:00 AM. He exaggerates! I may rouse people out of bed at 4:00 AM, but am rarely successful in getting everyone on the trail much before 7:00. We climbed out of the valley and headed up the ridge toward the second junction with the inland trail. We had lunch at a large, old cabin on a dry ridge, above Waipahi Stream, just before the junction. At this time, no one was living along the ditch, and the cabins were no longer being maintained and were becoming dilapidated.
We then joined the inland trail and began to traverse the slope of the Kohala Mountain, winding in and out of gulches large and small. Many of these were sheer-walled and very deeply cut. I remember crossing one plank bridge, no more than 12 or 14 feet long, that spanned a very deep ravine. I dropped a pebble from the center of the span and counted the seconds until it hit bottom. I estimated the floor was nearly 200 feet below us! In many spots, the trail had been hewn into the side of these steep walls. There was one reach where the trail angled upward for quite a long distance along the wall, with an extremely steep, nearly sheer drop to the left, and an equally steep cliff above. I think this was probably in Honopue Valley. As I was ascending this trail, a few hundred yards ahead of the Dodges, I noticed a large black rock lying in the trail a short distance ahead, and thought to myself,
"That rock sure looks like a pig!"
Then it stood up, and I realized I was facing a large black boar! There was a small alcove in the wall at the side of the trail, where the ditch workers had carved out a niche for shelter, I assume, and I wondered if I could duck into that if the boar charged. I didn't much relish the idea of being cornered in such a small space, but I didn't want to get knocked off the side of the trail either--it was a long, long way to the bottom. Fortunately, the boar took a good look at me, and turned and trotted out of sight up the path, and we never saw him again. Pigs were abundant along the trail. Fred also had an encounter with one after he'd dropped his pack for a break. He walked up the trail a short distance and encountered a large pig. Reaching reflexively for his machete, he realized he'd left it with his pack. He turned to make a hasty retreat, but looking back, discovered the pig was doing the same. As he said later,
"I guess the way John and I looked was enough to scare anyone!" It started raining that day and we were glad to reach the last of the ditch cabins for the night. This was a small cabin in a very lush, wet-looking area, and we slept on the floor, our last dry night's sleep for several days. This cabin had a small fire-pit built into one outside wall where it could serve to heat a simple home-made furo. The furo was made of galvanized iron and just large enough for one person to squat in comfortably. It must have been quite a luxury for the ditch tenders to relax in this hot bath after a long day of patrolling the ditch in the cold and wet. We found a patch of watercress in a wet spot near the cabin and picked some for a salad. Fred noticed an ancient bottle of vinegar in the cabin. The lid was rusted in place, but he was able to wrench it off, and to our surprise, the vinegar still seemed to be good, so we had watercress salad with vinegar with our supper.
The next day we continued along the ditch in a steady drizzle. It was obvious that few people went beyond the last cabin and the trail was increasingly overgrown and difficult to push through. Eventually, we could no longer identify it at all. According to my old topo map, the Kohala Ditch Trail ends at Waikaloa Stream, but I am not sure we actually got that far. Certainly there was no major stream where we finally lost the trail. A straight line route, as the crow flies, from the end of the trail at Waikaloa Stream to the near side wall of Waimanu Valley is less than two and a half miles long. It was to take us 3 days of hard, wet, miserable, hiking to get there. We were caught in a major storm. The rain never let up for the next 3 days, but maintained a steady, drenching drizzle, quite often with bursts of heavier rain. I had lined my pack with plastic bags, but after this trip I put grommets in the bottom of each compartment to serve as drain holes, as I found that the fabric, while not exactly waterproof, would (and did) hold about an inch of water in each pouch, so that it had every opportunity to find any pin-hole leak in the plastic bags. Fortunately, my sleeping bag and matches stayed reasonably dry. Fred and the kids were not so lucky. They slept in wet sleeping bags.
When we neared the end of the detectable trail, we were in a lush gulch choked with uluhe and other dense vegetation. We took out our machetes and pushed on to the end of the next ridge, and then, trying to find the least precipitous route to the ridge top, carved our way up the steep slope. The going was heavy. At times we could follow a pig trail, but for some reason, the pigs didn't want to go where we did, so these sections tended to be short. Fortunately, once we were well up on the top, the vegetation thinned out and progress was easier. Much of the slope of the Kohala Mountain in this area approximates the original contour of the shield volcano, lowered somewhat by sheet erosion, perhaps, but fairly flat, with a relatively gentle slope. This mountain is unique in Hawai'i in being covered by vast sheets of sphagnum moss, which coats these slopping plains with an ankle-deep layer of water-filled spongy vegetation. A few scraggly olapa and `ohi'a trees are scattered across this area, most of them not much larger in diameter than my arm. There is not much other vegetation in this boggy terrain. I was fortunate that these frail trees, though they bent, and complained at the weight, were just strong enough to support my hammock with me in it, though I lived in constant fear of being gently lowered into the wet moss every night as I slept. If I had weighed a few pounds more, I might well have been soaked.
Once on this plain, we set a compass course for Waimanu Valley and headed in that direction. Before long, we encountered a gulch too deep to cross and turned uphill to find a spot where it became shallow enough to traverse. The gulches were, of course, steep-walled and filled with dense vegetation, requiring the attention of our machetes to penetrate. Even when we were able to manage the slopes, the streams were a formidable hazard, swollen and swift, filled as they were by the steady rain. Several times we roped up, and also passed the packs across to make crossing in the treacherous waters easier. Even so, more than once we encountered streams we could not safely cross, and had to scramble back up the wall of the ravine the way we had come, and push on up the mountain again until the stream became more fordable. Once across, we again set a compass course and proceeded, until the next ravine was reached. In this way we advanced for 3 days, climbing ever higher up the mountain and drawing, we hoped, ever nearer to Waimanu.
The first night in the open, I slung my hammock between two spindly trees, and sitting in it, held my little Bluet butane stove between my feet to keep it from sinking in the sphagnum and turning over. In this way I cooked and ate my supper, sheltered under the tarp which I had stretched over the hammock. Fred, Charlie, and Tootsie found a reasonably level spot, and, since tree ferns were common in the area, cut armloads of fronds to build up a platform on which to pitch their cheap Sears tent. I cannot imagine that it was a very comfortable night for them, but worse was to come.
JAY FELDMAN'S RULES OF HIKING
To ensure lots of snacks during a hike, start a new diet the night before.
If you assist in finding lost hikers, do not expect a helicopter ride out.
The likelihood of you observing a snail on the way in is one in a thousand. However, if someone spots a snail and ties a ribbon on the branch where the snail is and tells you to look for it on your way out that will change your odds of spotting the snail to one in thirty billion.
Chopping guava accelerates its growth.
Hiking so enhances your metabolic efficiency that you will burn only half the calories you consume that day.
If you fall off the trail and no one is there, blowing your whistle will make no sound.
When clearing trail, shin guards will cause you to cut your knee; knee pads will cause you to cut your shin; wearing both will cause you to trip and break your arm.
If you sprain your hand immediately compress it with an Ace bandage and numb it with ice. Equally effective is shaking hands with Ralph.
[Machetes]
Never hold a piece of fruit in your hand and cut it with a machete. While there is no guarantee that you will cut through the fruit, your hand will require stitches.
Before swatting a bee on your arm see if your other hand is holding a machete.
When you sharpen your machete with a file what you are really doing is ruining a good file.
A machete will remain sharp indefinitely in its sheath.
Rocks attract sharp machetes.
LOVELY LONOMEA
Grant Oka
[This is an account of a 3-day backpack trip into Waimea Canyon by several members of HTMC in late November--Ed.]
Joyce had been fretting all week as the rain pelted Honolulu. By Thursdayafternoon, we were off to Lihue under blue trade wind skies. Dick and Brenda, Joyce and I, and Ed were all in good spirits despite the delays and waiting that is an integral part of inter-island travel. Rental van, white gas, camera battery and a dark, 45 minute drive later, we arrived at Waimea town and settled in our rustic plantation style cottage. Joyce bought me kalua pig and beer to celebrate my passing my bi-annual qualification exam (nuff said about work). Thank you Joyce. By 9:15pm, still no Justin. I ask the staff folks, "if you see one short japanee guy with one beeg bag, send um over to unit 74, ok?" Sure enough, around 10pm, here comes one short japanee guy with one beeg bag.
Morning finds Justin's beeg bag lacking a sleeping bag. Oh well. Breakfast, last shower, we are off to the Kukui trailhead off the Iliau Loop Trail. 6.5 miles to Lonomea Camp. The requisite "before" picture taken, we start our 2.5 mile 2500' descent into Waimea Canyon at 9:30 am. the views are spectacular, vibrant earth colors mixed with rain-induced greens. erosion at its finest. 11:30 at Wiliwili camp. The river is high and flowing. We carefully cross the narrow ledge section covered with mud from the recent rains. Joyce is upset that I didn't prepare her for the ledge. Oops, sorry Joyce. Then off with the boots at the knee-deep Waimea River crossing before Kaluahaulu Camp. I remember just this past July coming down red hill to Kaluahaulu Camp with Pat, Stuart, Tom, Ken. the river bed was bone dry then. By 12:30, refueled with a hearty lunch, Joyce and I enjoy the trail into Koaie Canyon, the other 4 hike at a brisker pace. The trail is mostly above Koaie stream with its rapids and cascades. the sights and sounds of the flowing water, the eerie old stone walls, the unique pale green of Kukui,the numerous landslides to traverse, pig sign, coffee groves, ti, confusing trail vs water runoff, canyon walls rise high above in brilliant reds andbrowns, Hipalau Camp, a pregnant lemon tree (or a very sour orange tree). Tt's hot and humid. Just before 3pm, Lonomea Camp greets us. Much pig sign. also, a nice new composting outhouse. Just enough room for 4 tents at a spot off the trail and next to the stream. Beautiful swimming at the lower falls. The water is not muddy but dark like tea. Sunlight fades quickly in the narrow canyon, the slowly rising full moon provides a light-show on the canyon walls. It is warm but Justin is wearing every article of clothing he has. Maybe it's psychologically cold because he has no sleeping bag. Cascading water lulls me to sleep,
Morning, water level has lowered, blue sky, light winds. some occasional mist from Waialeale. Joyce stays to relax, bathe, photograph, enjoy the birds, the rest of us head upstream to explore. No trail, we bushwack at first but resort to rock- hopping and wading around pools and cascades. Bending the map, I believe we are at the falls but no river junction is evident (the map is wrong and I am correct!). We continue up stream, endless winding canyon walls, dark pools, cascades of iced tea. a DLNR-fenced area with some native trees and lobelia ( perhaps the rare tree with heavy wood that Ken spoke of). Justin picks wild bitter melon (yech!) I realize that I have no clue where I am on the map except somewhere 3 hours upstream of Lonomea, perhaps 1.5 miles or so. Back at Lonomea. baths and swimming in the lower falls, chicken soup with wild bitter melon (a Brenda/Justin original recipe), relaxing on the sunrocks next to our stream. Justin gathers firewood. Joyce has enjoyed her day of Lonomea solitude. Lonomea is beautiful and the sunlight paints illuminated streaks on the canyon walls. Night falls quickly and Justin's fire is wonderful entertainment, the stars are sparkling, the canyon is black, full moon rises late in the night.
Morning. The river has risen, flow is greater, the sound of the rushing water is louder. Hiking out of Koaie Canyon is easy going. Waimea river is higher with more flow but we all make the crossing safely. My thoughts are of the climb up Kukui. Joyce's thoughts are of the ledge. Justin takes her pack across so Joyce walks the ledge sans pack, no problem. Some jerks left strewn trash at Wiliwili. We ascend, sweating, huffing, puffing, some newly fallen trees. Cool breezes help tremendously, out of the trees and onto the dirt section, cool breezes turn into strong gusts that kick up red dirt dust. We meet day hikers descending (the first people-sighting in 3 days). Apparently, it was raining and windy last night in Kalaheo.
2.5 hours later, we are up at Iliau Loop. a beautiful rainbow over the distant waterfall across Waimea Canyon closes out this relaxing weekend getaway at lovely Lonomea. Not even the Lihue Airport gauntlet nor my tired body can wipe the smile from my soul.
Happy Trails--Grant
TREASURE HUNT
Steve Brown
In November of last year, the Club scheduled a treasure hunt. The last of these was held in June of 1993. Perhaps there is good reason for not scheduling the event more frequently. The comments from the participants ranged from shocked incredulity to frustration and disgust. But after they left the palace, things got better.
The destination for the hikers was the Aiea Loop Trail, with additional clues hidden on the Kalauao and Aiea Bisectual trails. Those who showed up at the palace were divided into 4 teams, and given the first clue. All the clues were in code, and once decrypted, yielded only slightly more coherent information. They had to determine the location of "a leeward park atop the heights" and "Keaiwa Heiau".
In addition to the clue given at the palace, each team had to sequentially visit 4 clue sites, and find and decode the clues, which would lead them to the next site. The first team to return to the central meeting place at the park would be declared the winning team. All participants would actually share in the treasure, which this year was Coco Puffs from Liliha Bakery.
The coordinator waited in the park, and was relieved when one of the teams returned around 11AM, and told him that they had found one of the clues. The worry was that perhaps no one would find any clues. Eventually, at least one successful clue recovery occurred at each of the 4 clue sites. One team found all the clues (but they had a little help), one team didn’t find any clues, and the other 2 teams were somewhere in the middle. All of the clues were in verse form, and in this spirit, one of the team leaders quipped, "Roses are red, Violets are blue, we came off the trail without a clue".
The last hikers returned to the park from their ordeal by about 5PM. Although there were muttered curses, and comments about the clues being too hard, and the sites too obscure, everyone pretty much had a good time. Sitting and chatting (and, yes, actually joking) with the teams about their experiences was very pleasant. It was a different type of event for the participants, with teamwork and interpersonal aspects not usually experienced on regular hikes. There were a number of suggestions, some of which will be incorporated in the next treasure hunt (except the suggestions of making it easier, of course). Perhaps we won’t wait another 8 years for the next one.
CLUBHOUSE USE
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