On Saturday we spent most of the day in Waimea Canyon. Mark Twain called it the “Grand Canyon of the Pacific” and I will let those who have seen the real thing judge for themselves whether or not it is a fair comparison. I was pretty impressed, but I haven’t been to the Grand Canyon, so what do I know? Anyway, we hiked down to the Waimea River, not realizing when we started out what we were getting into. It was super steep and really hot and dry for most of it. There was one part where the trail was washed out and we nearly slid down the canyon. But when we got back to the top I felt pretty good about myself for having made it from top to bottom and back without giving us a reason to go to the ER. And we were at least a little bit prepared for a hike with our two quarts of water and two All-Bran bars, which, in retrospect, is nearly the best planning we did all trip. Oh, and we brought our camera, too, so we could show you all what we saw.
We only brought one All-Bran bar each, but we were lucky enough to find some lilikoi (passion fruit) which turns out to be rather seedy and difficult to eat. Still, it was enough to get us back on the trail again.
This lovely mountain goat decided to cut us off on our way back up the trail, but was kind enough to stay still long enough for us to get a decent picture.
As a side note, for dinner that night we decided to get a frozen pizza from the local grocery store. We have a full kitchen, right? Wrong. We did not have an oven. Or even a toaster oven. So what did we do? A little Heiselt ingenuity was in order. We had a microwave, but figured that wouldn’t get the DiGiorno crust to rise like it was supposed to. The only other means we had of warming food was a hot plate–a free-standing stove burner. And a large skillet with a lid. It took a little bit longer than the 15 minutes an oven would take (okay, more than 3 times as long), but we did have a warm pizza for dinner after our strenuous hike.