


Tuesday morning we got up and drove back to Laie to go to Malaikahana Falls. Michi had been once before with Casey. It’s about a two hour hike up into the mountains, and the hike itself is pretty cool. It starts out as a dirt trail without too much foliage around for about the first hour. When you get near the end of that part of the trail, there are some pretty spectacular views of the ocean. Then, the trail abruptly enters a narrow part surrounded by these cool thin and tall trees (see picture below). The next hour is up and down and in and out of those trees until you get come down and it’s like the river comes out of no where. There are three waterfalls up there, and they’re really beautiful. Unfortunately, they were only down to a trickle while we were up there, but there it was still worth the hike. The way down wasn’t quite so fun. We were meeting Dave and Jenny so we could go to the temple that night, so we decided to get going a little earlier than we needed to. Unfortunately, we had taken a “short cut” (unbeknownst to us) on the way to the falls through an unmarked part of the trail that wasn’t actually part of the trail. That meant that when we tried to go back the way we came, we got really turned around and confused because there was no trail and no trail markers or anything. It actually was pretty scary because we really had no idea where to go. After about 20 minutes of retracing our steps and turning ourselves around, we said a quick prayer, Michi stayed where she was and I just took off up the mountain in the direction we thought the trail was. We stayed within yelling distance of each other, and after a little while I found the trail and we started back. We were late, so as soon as we came out of the trees we started running down the hill. What had taken us an hour to climb took like 15 minutes to get down.
After taking a quick shower, we had a quick dinner with Dave and Jenny. It was breadfruit and fish in a coconut milk garlic sauce. The breadfruit they had picked from a tree, and Jenny (no joke) caught the fish earlier that day with a rope, a hook, and bread as bait, so the meal cost like a dollar for all four of us, and it tasted great. Then, as we were walking through the temple doors we realized that we both had left our wallets at home. We got in the habit of leaving them at home because Michi said the islanders like to steal. We knew we had to call the bishop, but it was 8 o’clock Hawaii time, so midnight in Utah, but we figured that he’s Hawaiian so he’d understand, which he did. It was actually quite funny because all of the temple workers we talked to knew him personally. Oh, and the temple worker behind the desk was none other than Coach K :). For those of you who don’t know, Coach K (short for Kaliukalani, not Coach K from Duke University) has been a good friend of my father’s for years. We had a wonderful evening in the temple, and it was a really nice close to a very busy day.