it’s the best thing about this city. from anywhere in honolulu, the rock or the water is always waiting - and it’s close. pick the end of any street - it either goes up or it gets salty. climbing the ko’olau range on any number of ridges moves you from the urban to real jungle, and fast. a million in the city, but only two of us on the mountain. a view back down the kuli’ou’ou trail.
windward means wet. wet means erosion. erosion means exposure. exposed on a ridgeline with both sides tumbling away into nothing but clouds, i admired this hitchhiking leaf - and then got back to watching my steps.
home for the holidays. scrambling up granite, dog eventually gets a free lift in the backpack from tilldo. just a beautiful day - this is why arizona in the winter is a trap. except for that gust of wind up there as we posed.
robin rutherford nearing the summit of helvellyn, in the lake district. scramble along narrow ‘rake’ flaunted staggering views the whole way. busy day in the mountains for late in the season. beaut weather, flapjack and hot coffee on the back, nowhere to go but down from there…