Spring break occasionally finds us in exciting locations, and this year we made it to Kaua’i. We’d been to Maui when the girls were teenagers, and then five years ago we took a VW Camper Van around the Big Island at Christmas. Kaua’i was next on our list. Rumor had it that it is the most lush and most remote island with more hiking opportunities than the other islands in Hawai’i.
Kaua’i is known for Waimea Canyon, the Grand Canyon of the Pacific. People say that Mark Twain named it that, but apparently he never set foot on Kaua’i. I guess he named it from all the photos on the internet.
If you stay on the north side of the island, driving to Waimea Canyon is an all-day affair involving lots of driving. Panoramas abound along the road with ample opportunity to get out and enjoy the views.
This waterfall made me think of what water on Mars could look like.
After perusing the various hikes available in the park, we chose one that didn’t seem too long, too short, too much up or down. The Canyon Hike leads to tall, cascading falls, but the book and internet warned that one could not actually see the falls at the end since you are standing above them.
Some kind soul left two walking sticks at the entrance to the hike which we used and returned for the next people in need of walking sticks.
After the hike, we drove to the end of the trail for amazing vistas. These clouds were gone ten minutes after I took this photo.
One of the wettest spots on earth was fairly dry that day.