Boy I’ve been slacking off a lot lately on my blog. I think it has something to do with being tired of lugging my laptop home with me every night in order to keep up with tumblr, but regardless… here we go.
Last year we bid goodbye to summer by spending the long weekend at Malouf’s mountain campsite. We had such a good time we declared then and there that we would do it again each year. And so for Memorial Day weekend this year we decided to welcome summer with another trip to Malouf’s.
In order to get to the campsite you need to hike in (though they take you to the head of the trail AND take your bags for you). There is a 30 minute hike, a 3 hour hike, a 5 hour hike, and an 8 hour hike (that one you have to carry your own bags in, and we were told only one couple ever did it and they were training for the Iron Man competition at the time).
Last year I felt ridiculous opting for the half an hour hike. EVERYONE else had completed at least the 3 hour hike. And then it seemed like a good majority of them also spent all of Saturday hiking as well. Meanwhile I could barely hike to the running water bathrooms without gasping for breath. Sad.
So this time I was geared up. Water bottles in hand, I signed us up for the 3 hour hike. I knew this was the right decision when we were picked up by the Malouf bus to take us to the hiking trail and the other campers there were all around our age and included a few marines (read: super in shape). Then Dick (Malouf owner) calls out, “which one of you is Sonja? You guys are the only ones signed up for the long hike. Everyone else is doing the shorter one.” Um… say what?
So off we went. The hike seemed good for the first 5 minutes or so and then the straight-up-the-mountain hike began. Oh my god. I had to break every minute or so. Ugh. But finally halfway through the hike we reached the top and it was breathtaking.
After that we were in the clear because we headed downward for most of the remainder of the journey and Ryan stopped his yammering that we were never doing the longer hike again. Something to do with me drinking all our water and making us stop every couple of seconds. Whatever.
We bumped into a couple of snakes along the way which freaked me out. Ryan was obsessed. I threw my camera to him and booked the hell out of there. The fact that Hawaii doesn’t have snakes produced very different responses in the two of us. For Ryan it was constantly whooping and calling out things like, “there are 2 of them and they are totally having sex!” For me it was screaming as I sprint down the mountain calling out, “get the hell away from there! What if they are boa constrictors.?
I mean… these dudes look fearsome and scary, right?
We finally got to camp and set up our new tent. Last year the tent we got couldn’t hold our stuff and our aero bed (I mean – who goes camping without an aerobed), but this one could fit our living room inside of it. But my favorite part? It came with a welcome mat!
Once we were all set up it was just a relaxing weekend of resting, eating, making fires, eating, enjoying nature, and eating.