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I met a wonderful woman while battling the Hawaiian surf old-lady style. On our last day there she told me about Iao Valley State Park where we had not visited. So before we went to the airport we spent an hour or more hiking around this park wondering how in the world the ancient warriors ever hid behind this needle.
So up we go to see this big needle that was a famous hiding ground for ancient warriors. What did THEY do before these steps were here?
The climb was easy because we both stopped so much to take pictures. We didn’t even try to stay together. I got sidetracked by a spider web sparkling in the sun that wouldn’t cooperate. Needle-like FOCUS Marsha. (Self-talk is good.)
OK there it is. Splendid view, and we are not even close to the viewing area!
Oh NO. Don’t Do It, Mr. Buff Man.
V and the French people made it to the top. Of COURSE I did, too. I’m taking the picture. Still, we’re not very close to the Needle. So how DID those warriors get there? It’s still quite a climb.
And what a journey down was. It wasn’t raining while we were there, but with this lush vegetation, you could well imagine that it should have been.
Instead people were frolicking in the water. With my inability to keep my feet under me on flat land, I didn’t try walking on boulders with cool river waters gurgling over them.
There was something for everybody at this park.
What is HE doing?
Where did HE go?
Realistic costume Spiderman! Nice crib, too!
They were all waiting and looking. Nobody could find him. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
I met this lovely woman from Bakersfield, CA lounging on the rocks just enjoying the shade. The day was hot, about 86 degrees and muggy.
Finally, V and I met up at the entrance and sat in the shade and watched the vog roll in. Vog was a result of the smoldering volcano ash from a nearby island. It’s no healthier for you than smog, but we sat and breathed it in for a while just to get a feel for the place.
With a needle this big, who needs a haystack? I have to say, this needle is a little disturbing. Cross my heart and hope not to die, I wouldn’t want IT in MY eye.
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