With no kids to question "...are we there yet," I decided it was the perfect opportunity to hike to
Kiholo bay. We left our four wheel drive at the 82 mile marker on highway nineteen, Queen
Ka'ahumanu Highway, and grabbed our backpack with a couple of water bottles and towels then set off into the brush.
In 1801 this entire area was destroyed from the
Hualalai lava flow that erupted and spread out into the ocean. Over two-hundred years later it's covered in dense trees and brush.
There was somewhat of a dirt path that became easily recognizable and it looked as though four wheel drives could perhaps traverse the sometimes heavily lava rock ridden trail.
We happened upon some dead underbrush and trees that had fallen and have become weathered and worn into some interesting shapes. I probably made a twenty minute hike into a thirty or forty minute trek because I had to keep stopping for picture moments. This deer/buck shaped creation was one of those moments.
Then we kept stumbling upon mounds of old coconuts in their outer shells. Piles of them were amid the underbrush and what was more interesting about this was the fact that there was no palm trees anywhere near the fallen coconuts.
We kept traveling the dirt road and after a half hour or so had passed we considered that perhaps we had gotten lost. Just at that moment in the distance we saw the smallest sign ever showing us the public access to the shore was just through another less distinguishable trail.
We kept trucking along; it was a beautiful day for the hike, however. We had just been diving so we were cool, the clouds were overcast and the sun was just peeking through from time to time allowing us to have an enjoyable stroll through the terrain.
That nice smooth dirt road/path...gone. This was the trail now that led to the ocean which we could now hear.
Just beyond this conglomeration of wooden trees is black sand and to mark where to follow the path back was placed white coral along each edge of the small hiking route back into the
forest.
The first thing I saw as I stepped from the thicket of trees to the sandy dunes was this monster... I aptly entitled him "Loch
Ness." Can you blame me???
With no kids to question "...are we there yet," I decided it was the perfect opportunity to hike to Kiholo bay. We left our four wheel drive at the 82 mile marker on highway nineteen, Queen Ka'ahumanu Highway, and grabbed our backpack with a couple of water bottles and towels then set off into the brush. 
In 1801 this entire area was destroyed from the Hualalai lava flow that erupted and spread out into the ocean. Over two-hundred years later it's covered in dense trees and brush. 
There was somewhat of a dirt path that became easily recognizable and it looked as though four wheel drives could perhaps traverse the sometimes heavily lava rock ridden trail.
We happened upon some dead underbrush and trees that had fallen and have become weathered and worn into some interesting shapes. I probably made a twenty minute hike into a thirty or forty minute trek because I had to keep stopping for picture moments. This deer/buck shaped creation was one of those moments.
Then we kept stumbling upon mounds of old coconuts in their outer shells. Piles of them were amid the underbrush and what was more interesting about this was the fact that there was no palm trees anywhere near the fallen coconuts. 
We kept traveling the dirt road and after a half hour or so had passed we considered that perhaps we had gotten lost. Just at that moment in the distance we saw the smallest sign ever showing us the public access to the shore was just through another less distinguishable trail. 
We kept trucking along; it was a beautiful day for the hike, however. We had just been diving so we were cool, the clouds were overcast and the sun was just peeking through from time to time allowing us to have an enjoyable stroll through the terrain.
That nice smooth dirt road/path...gone. This was the trail now that led to the ocean which we could now hear.
Just beyond this conglomeration of wooden trees is black sand and to mark where to follow the path back was placed white coral along each edge of the small hiking route back into the forest. 
The first thing I saw as I stepped from the thicket of trees to the sandy dunes was this monster... I aptly entitled him "Loch Ness." Can you blame me???
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