Cliffs of Molokai Hawaii

It has departed from a small cove near the eastern end of the Hallava River near the eastern end. Really breathtaking places of interest! Yes, it's all pricey, but look at it once in a while. The same goes for the River MULERIDES to Calaupapa. Do it, tell me you sent you to the village of Walt. It' s been a long while.

They risk their lives and lives by kayaking in this desperate area of the open sea. When we Molokai half as much as Kauai and Maui, I know we will come back! Thank you Jeannie for the information about Molokai and Dive. It' an excellent guide to Hansen's disease and Molokai.

Lovin' Molokai!

The Molokai Forum

While I was there in February, Walter was very busy and called me back many a time to keep me up to date as we tried to make a great time for our cycling. But I would give him some time like I did during the holidays.

That' Molokai. But I would not be deterred from connecting with Walter because your effort will be awarded with an astonishing and unforgettable one.

The Kalaupapa Mule Trail, Molokai, Hawaii

In the last few month I have been sharing some of the astonishing things we did in Hawaii before Christmas. On the big island Hawai'i we were swimming with big red mullets and even flying over the volcanic sea in a chopper without door! The dizzying Kalaupapa Trail is at the top of the world.

With the burro. Arriving early and light at the Kalaupapa Rare Adventure Stable, we were mated with our horses for the work. Although I was named Koa, the warrior, the burro I used to share with Sue was a constant and dependable sidekick throughout the workday. Though just as beautiful, Rich's Maultier Smokey turned out to be a bit more individual.

Luckily Rich had a little bit of free rein to get his leg under him as we walked out of the stalls and through a shadowy forest. After that we arrived at the top of the rock and the actual Kalaupapa Trail. The Kalaupapa Trail, built in 1887, rushes over the rim of the supposedly highest cliffs in the atlantic.

About 3 mile long, it links the top of the rock and the remainder of Molokai with the otherwise insulated Kalaupapa Peninsula and leper settlement, 1780ft under. First part of the path embraced the side of the rock, just below the puzzle. Soon the path became so steep that it basically became an infinite row of rugged, low rockstays.

Unknown to the staggering path Smokey was compelled to stumble down these stairs, Rich later entrusted that he envisioned throwing himself more than once directly over her top and from the side of the bluff. Particularly when Smokey chose to be further up the mule track and began to overtake!

When the needles themselves weren't evil enough, Smokey and Koa's persistence in putting their hoofs on the lips of the road as they crossed the curves was stomach-changing. After one or two hours of jerking on the rock we found ourselves safe on the shore.

We swapped our burros for an old schoolbus, and spend a few pleasurable hour being guided around the Kalaupapa Peninsula by John of Father Damien Tours. It astonished me to find out that the last of my clients did not come to Kalaupapa until 1969. Calaupapa is still a haven for the few people who still call it home, who suffer from Hansen's ailment.

For the sake of respectfulness, peninsular entry and visitor regulations are strictly enforced and only resident accommodation is permitted. We left the present day Kalaupapa village on the other side of the promontory to the site of the former leper-colony Kalawao.

We had a picknick with a beautiful look at the cliffs of Molokai, which fall directly into the ocean. We had a short stop after dinner near the runway of Kalaupapa to visit the light house before we were taken back into the custody of Koa and Smokey. This staggering ascent back onto the rock was not quite as nerve-racking as on the way down.

Though Smokey and Koa kept putting their legs on the brink of the abyss and apparently struggled for the catastrophe. With a mix of sadness and sadness we arrived at the top of the rock, sadly we had to say good-bye to Koa, Smokey and our coaides.

Kalaupapa Mule Trail was really an extraordinary journey.