No better way to bid farewell to the west coast with some good old fashioned rock scrambling. Referred to as the most grueling hike on Oahu, I made it far enough to enjoy a panoramic view of Makaha Valley, and no further, why would you? Of course Dylan ran to the peak daily. Pulling yourself up rocks and searching for pink markers was surprisingly fun and the view made distances that seemed to be a world away insignificant. Did it really take that long to get to Yokohama Bay?
On the way up a sight I will never get use to, a hunter with a gun casually slung over his shoulder. A lovely friendly guy, with a sympathetic grin about the steep slope. He was out since 5am looking for mountain goats. The prikly underbrush was more of a challenge for me, ah but the view, if only we had seen a whale it would have been perfect.
Then a breath of fresh air, a new, slightly more expensive airbnb on the hill above Waikiki, but without needing to rent a car we were coming out on top. Steep roads to the new place were definitely made up for by the stunning view of a sunset city.