It’s not even 9am on an overcast morning in Hilo and Chelsea and I have barely recovered from the night before. Now we’re scaling down the rocky path past the “Do Not Enter” sign with the lookout guard rail for the tourists way above us. Tall trees speckling their leaves across the skyline makes it feel like that you’re not even in a city. We’re making our way towards the sound of rushing white water flowing fast from all the winter rain. We’re barefoot, rocking our bikinis and we’re hobbling along to keep up with our talented and fast footed local friend. His theory is that speed and confident footing keeps you from falling on your ass. For us, that’s definitely not the case. When you grow up in paradise, you are definitely bred for this kind of stuff. We hop, climb over and balance on rocks of all shapes and sizes until we reach the first little pot of water. We swim across to hike over more rocks until we reach the next boil of water. Chelsea’s glasses are fogging up now and she decides to stay behind and perch on a boulder. She’s content with the view, no reason to keep going. At this point, I’m scaling across slippery rocks and narrow paths holding on to any crevice I can find before I have no other choice but to jump into the water and swim to the X marks the spot ledge to use as my step ladder. Sheyenne grabs my hand and pulls me up across the slippery rock ledge before I find my own content spot. As I stand there, I feel so small. The rock wall is about another 20 feet high before it flattens out where the trees and jungle landscape continues on as if the ledge didn’t exist. As I’m looking up I can feel the cool mist of gentle droplets escaping the full force of a well fed waterfall. Welcome to Boiling Pots. This waterfall has such a force that I fear if I accidentally fall into it’s shower path, I’m sure to drown from the sheer strength of the water pushing me down. The crazy local? Well, he’s got the GoPro strapped on and is aiming to get the shot right behind the waterfall. Not me, I’m good, just soaking it all in. So this is the view the “Do Not Enter” sign prevents you from ever seeing. WOW, Mahalo Sheyenne.
That was just the start of the first day of rallying after leaving the Sanctuary. And every day since, has been one epic adventure after another. If Chelsea and I were to tell you half of the crazy stuff we can pull off in each 24 hour span you’d never believe us.
And just like that, we found ourselves jet hopping to Kauai. One look at Hanalei Bay from Princeville, and you get a sense at how magical this place really is. The majestic cliff lines, the waterfalls that seem like they’re flowing down from the heavens, it’s like a fairy tale. Probably the most beautiful place I’ve ever been to.
I could spend hours writing of the adventures and places we’ve been. I’m so grateful to have had the chance to lay my eyes on such a beautiful paradise. Mostly, I find more joy in embracing living in the moment. Those chance encounters when your paths cross with someone elses, and suddenly nothings ever the same. You are no longer that person you were before. The place you come from, your family, your home, sure that can stay as a permanent image burned in your mind. But you, you yourself will never be the same. These people we’re meeting each and every one has something to offer. Whether it’s some epic waterfall hike or just talking story about some old Hawaiian tale, we have met some of the most amazing and genuine people. Just an abundance of laughter and smiles. Hawaii is much more than just beautiful places, it’s full of beautiful people. And who knows where we’ll end up tomorrow or what misadventure may happen. All I know is that we are truly the luckiest girls in the world. Living in the moment. Living Aloha.
Poipu the little dry diamond in the midst of a monsoon. Chelsea soaking it all in!
The Delorean amongst the heavens.