I woke up really early and tried to stay in the car (nightmares from mosquito-gedden haunted my dreams. But when another car whipped in, I hopped out and did all my final preps. Guess what-no rain to have to start the trail in!
I don't even remember the first two miles, it was still just getting light and I was going at a really good pace. I did the first river crossing at mile two with no problem and I wanted to take advantage of the lack of rain. Mile three and four had beautiful ocean views (it was still clear!) and there was a huge waterfall in the distance.
Somewhere in the second mile, I passed the couple before me (the guy called himself lizard and they gave me my second blessing and stranger hug on the island). Unfortunately, being first on the trail had a horrible consequence. No one had broken through the spider webs!!!! It started with me walking through a few webs, no big deal, until I realized that the spiders were getting attached to me as I walked through their webs. An embarrassing amount of screaming and dancing went on as I got all the bitty red spiders off my bod.
My new strategy was to use a stick to "relocate" the webs as I walked. I am sure that it looked like I was blessing the trail before me as I waved the stick except for when I feverishly whipped my stick through webs that I had missed. All the spiders were tiny and I really did try to gently set them aside until I came to the Monster. A huge black and yellow spider that caused quite a bit more screaming because I had gotten really close to him before I realized he was there!!!
This made mile three and four a bit slower, but I finally came across a K. resident going the opposite direction. This time I hugged him out of sheer happiness that my spider-plight was over. He told me a bit of his story, wished me well, and I continued on.
Mile five and six I did really fast. The scenery was getting better, the weather was holding and I could even jpg a bit. At mile six, there was another crossing that I did without getting wet, and I past the camp that a lot of people stay at as a halfway path.
The cool thing about this path was that you alternate between dropping into lush green valleys (with little waterfalls at each one) to climbing around dramatic cliffs. Each time you rounded one, it felt like you were walking off the end of the world.
Mile six and seven is where the famed narrow edges are. The trail is very exposed, above you is loose rock and dirt, below you is loose rock and dirt. You could see evidence of rockslides and the side of the mountain was SO eroded.
Luckily, there weather was turning out to be phenomenal, and there had not been a drop of rain. I had seen how slippery the mud was here while I fell repeatedly on my previous hikes, so I was really feeling blessed because the trail was mostly dry and I never felt unsafe.
In mile eight, the stunning green ridges of the K valley were coming into view. Mile nine and ten had a dramatic red hill and one of my favorite moments so far. I looked out over the edge and saw a goat hanging out like a model. Seriously, he was in perfect view of the boats, helicopters and hikers. He was totally posing. I was so distracted by him that I didn't notice the pack behind me...with a bow and arrows. I froze, horrified that someone was going to shot the goat right in front of me!!! Finally I scampered away.
So where around mile ten was the last and by far the most difficult water crossing. I saw my first K dwelling family (the girl was probably around 8). I could not wait to see the "village" of people who had abandoned civilization to live at the K beach.
So far, I hadn't had many interactions with others. There was one couple that I hiked with a bit who had stayed the previous night at the six mile mark. I was keeping such a quick pace that no one passed me except one of my favorite random meet ups ever.
Around mile five, a group of three guys, a father and his two sons-in-laws. Oh my gosh these dynamics were awesome trail entertainment! FIL was a total badass who was on his 11th K trail hike. He was flying and SILs were trying to keep up. I felt like it was this ultimate test for SILs. I hit it off with FIL right away as he had traveled to a lot of the same countries as I had. He was planning an expedition to Nepal so we spent a long time talking about that. He loved my hammock fail stories and my windy tarp disasters and I was completely enthralled at his K stories and the right of passage he was putting his SILs through.
The best was when we got to a river crossing. He had run ahead and forged through, he then stood there and watched to see the paths his SILs chose. He offered no help to us on the best way and laughed as we wobbled through!
We finished the last mile through a muddy flat path and entered into a never ending camp ground. There were so many people and some with very elaborate set ups. Lots of nakies, men in sarongs, and a surprising amount of hunter types.
I chatted up some, but you would not believe how quiet and private it was for how many people were there.
I checked out the beach (rough waves), the waterfall (nakie showering), and the caves (gorgeous). I setup my hammock and tarp (still no rain or wind!).
I did have a real problem though-my feet were a blistery, soggy, mush. With all the river crossings and miles walked on top of my already messy feet from previous wet hikes, it was almost unbearable to take another step-and I could not find my flops :( (I found them on my way back the next day at mile 2, they must have fallen out of my pack).
One of my toes I named trip-bliss for having what looked like a blood blister on top of a regular blister on top of the previous blood blister. It also was the only non blissful part of my trip.
The other toes were not much better, and I pretty much had to sit in the hammock all afternoon/night to try to heal them as much as possible before my 11miles the next day.
I was lucky to have a second day off perfect weather for my trip back. I put on my toe socks, a plastic baggy, and then my shoes to protect my feet (and took off my shoes four all river crossings). It was a very painful 11 miles, but at least they didn't get any worse. I met some new friends, one group I called New Kids On the Block that cracked me up for a good bit. I was a lot slower this time (the way there I had made it in just under 6.5 hours, this time was just over 8) because of the foot pain, drawn out river crossings , and massive crowds.
Because I had left so early on the way out, I hadn't experienced the goats off people that do the first two miles throughout the day. Everyone looked sup clean and smelled so nice, and then there was me-disgusting, with plastic bags on my feet and an under-hat-fro from the ocean.
I chatted with a dad and his three daughters from aspen. They were hilarious and very excited to see me celebrate at the end! I barely got off the trail before I yanked my shoes off and slipped my miraculously-found flops on my feet.
I do have to say, I ran out of water with 5 miles left. I did a waterfall drink (I had a filter, I was just so exhausted) and then did a big filter drink at mile two. When I finished, I drank from a water fountain, but I was cramping like crazy in my fingers on the drive back until I was able to stop and chug a bottle.
I had sweat so much, my clothes were drenched and I really should have stopped and filtered earlier. I was just so desperate to get off my feet!!!
I'm very happy to be done, it was amazing and the trail was not to difficult or long AND because the conditions were so nice, it didn't feel dangerous at all. I only got one mosquito bite the whole 22 miles and met a ton of people.
Going to switch coasts tomorrow and hopefully get on a paddle and surf board!