I woke up in a catamaran that had been beached in a mangrove swamp partway up the Hū’leia Stream. I had arrived by plane, and then canoe, late the day before meeting my new friends Paul and Neo. We discussed my photographic mission, and Paul determined he would lead me up Hokulei Peak.
In the early morning, Paul and I canoed a distance up the Hū’leia and started our hike as the sun began to warm the valley. It was a magical journey. Whenever, I felt hunger or thirst, a Strawberry guava tree would appear, and I picked what I needed.
As time became irrelevant, I realized Paul had led me to the peak of Hokulei. He pointed ahead to say I must go there to find the view. I parted branches for several yards and emerged on the edge of a rock outcrop. The space was just large enough for a goat.
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