Hitting the red dirt hill, mile 11, the beginning of the kalalau valley!

the flight in

to continue on my last post... 

After years of wanting a grand adventure, I stepped on a plane headed to Hawaii. Jenna and I were meeting a friend of ours, Lennon, who lives on Oahu. As the great expanse of blue green Pacific ocean rolled underneath my plane, I began to think of change... of the ending of my life in Portland, to new beginnings all over the world. My tendency to reminisce passed over me like a storm cloud, hovering for a moment, then wisping by, leaving only anticipation and wide eyed eagerness for the new places and people that I would inevitably see and meet. After 5 hours of flight from LAX, an eruption of impressive mountains tumbled out of the ocean, reaching up to the sky and beyond, defining 8 large islands, all with a style of their own.  As we swung down low over Pearl Harbor, the captain shouted out "aloha and welcome to Oahu", and thus my adventures began. 

part one: Hawaii

After packing up my life in Portland, Oregon, I moved it all to Utah (thanks Mom!) and then set out for the great Hawaiian Islands!