Running Out Of Packing Tape
Jul. 13th, 2016 02:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scowlfaceWell, I leave Hawaii on Friday, so packing has begun. Unfortunately I missed the post office today, since their website lied and said they close at 1:30 when they close at 1:00, but hopefully I can send my package tomorrow morning before work.
My last two weeks in Hawaii have been busy. Honestly they've been the best part of the whole trip. It started the weekend of the Fourth when we hiked to Waimanu. So much happened it would take me forever to write it all, but as a basic overview:
-The hike sucked ass, and it's a miracle I survived both times. You start out by descending into a valley, crossing a river where it flows into the ocean, hiking up 1200 feet in a mile, 6 miles of up and down across waterfalls/pools, descending via muddy narrow trail to another valley, and crossing a final river. It was brutal. It took 7 and a half hours in, and 6 out.
-I started out the trip in a pretty bad place mentally, which came to a head when I got drunk the first night, got lost in the woods trying to get back to camp, and had a complete mental breakdown. The newish guy found me and led me back to camp while I sobbed out how depressed and shit I am and he tried to comfort me. It was embarrassing.
-On my 25th birthday we hiked out to this extremely big waterfall and swam in the pool below it. It was awesome.
-After that we went swimming and the waves were so rough they tore my glasses off my face. I didn't bring my extra pair with me. I was essentially blind, but it turns out Alex and I have almost the same prescription, so he let me borrow his glasses for the rest of the trip. I'm not mad at him any more.
-We also got pig meat from some pig hunters camping next to us, which Kelly poured alcohol over and I blew out as really weird birthday candles.
-Unfortunately, the combination of that meat and what I was drinking that night did not work out so well. I puked until 5 am.
-But, I finally felt not isolated, and had a good time talking to people that night. One girl, brought her ukelele and sang both nights.
-I got up at 7 the next morning. I did that fucking hike after a night of puking, wearing someone else's glasses, so dirty and sweaty I couldn't stand it, with Kelly following me because she was really worried about me and she and her bf actually took some of my stuff, and... I survived. I made it. I'm a little proud of myself.
-Immediately after the hike and even now, I feel... okay. For the first time in a long time, I felt not bad. I can't say I was or am completely crazy with happiness, but... I had done something extremely hard, that I didn't think I could do, and I felt like the people around me cared about me and had friendly feelings towards me, and that felt good.
This past weekend we had another jam packed weekend. Went to the movies to see the BFG on Friday. It was enjoyable, but suffered from being too long. The next morning was Farmer's market, followed by beach (Saw a turtle!), and ended with us hiking out to the active lava flow. We brought stuff for smores and banana boats and cooked it over the lava. It was fun, and the lava was perfect. It was flowing slow enough you didn't feel in extreme danger, but fast enough to still be interesting. Sunday we headed to South Point, though I didn't jump off the cliff, and then to Two-Step snorkel beach. After that was Kona Brewing Company, which is always delicious, and we finished by driving up Mauna Kea. I watched the sun set on what is the tallest mountain in the world, and it was beautiful.
So now I'm turning my thought homewards, and finishing up my last few days. Friday will be hectic, but by Saturday afternoon I should be home in New Mexico. I have a bunch of things to work on once I get home- including myself- and that'll keep me from being too sad.
My last two weeks in Hawaii have been busy. Honestly they've been the best part of the whole trip. It started the weekend of the Fourth when we hiked to Waimanu. So much happened it would take me forever to write it all, but as a basic overview:
-The hike sucked ass, and it's a miracle I survived both times. You start out by descending into a valley, crossing a river where it flows into the ocean, hiking up 1200 feet in a mile, 6 miles of up and down across waterfalls/pools, descending via muddy narrow trail to another valley, and crossing a final river. It was brutal. It took 7 and a half hours in, and 6 out.
-I started out the trip in a pretty bad place mentally, which came to a head when I got drunk the first night, got lost in the woods trying to get back to camp, and had a complete mental breakdown. The newish guy found me and led me back to camp while I sobbed out how depressed and shit I am and he tried to comfort me. It was embarrassing.
-On my 25th birthday we hiked out to this extremely big waterfall and swam in the pool below it. It was awesome.
-After that we went swimming and the waves were so rough they tore my glasses off my face. I didn't bring my extra pair with me. I was essentially blind, but it turns out Alex and I have almost the same prescription, so he let me borrow his glasses for the rest of the trip. I'm not mad at him any more.
-We also got pig meat from some pig hunters camping next to us, which Kelly poured alcohol over and I blew out as really weird birthday candles.
-Unfortunately, the combination of that meat and what I was drinking that night did not work out so well. I puked until 5 am.
-But, I finally felt not isolated, and had a good time talking to people that night. One girl, brought her ukelele and sang both nights.
-I got up at 7 the next morning. I did that fucking hike after a night of puking, wearing someone else's glasses, so dirty and sweaty I couldn't stand it, with Kelly following me because she was really worried about me and she and her bf actually took some of my stuff, and... I survived. I made it. I'm a little proud of myself.
-Immediately after the hike and even now, I feel... okay. For the first time in a long time, I felt not bad. I can't say I was or am completely crazy with happiness, but... I had done something extremely hard, that I didn't think I could do, and I felt like the people around me cared about me and had friendly feelings towards me, and that felt good.
This past weekend we had another jam packed weekend. Went to the movies to see the BFG on Friday. It was enjoyable, but suffered from being too long. The next morning was Farmer's market, followed by beach (Saw a turtle!), and ended with us hiking out to the active lava flow. We brought stuff for smores and banana boats and cooked it over the lava. It was fun, and the lava was perfect. It was flowing slow enough you didn't feel in extreme danger, but fast enough to still be interesting. Sunday we headed to South Point, though I didn't jump off the cliff, and then to Two-Step snorkel beach. After that was Kona Brewing Company, which is always delicious, and we finished by driving up Mauna Kea. I watched the sun set on what is the tallest mountain in the world, and it was beautiful.
So now I'm turning my thought homewards, and finishing up my last few days. Friday will be hectic, but by Saturday afternoon I should be home in New Mexico. I have a bunch of things to work on once I get home- including myself- and that'll keep me from being too sad.
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Date: 2016-07-14 02:25 am (UTC)And mannn that sounds like one INTENSE hike. I'm glad things turned out okay with it.
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Date: 2016-07-17 05:31 am (UTC)It was a very intense hike, and it was pretty lucky that I was able to get out of there and didn't slip off the edge or collapse from exhaustion or something. But, knowing that I was able to do such a , there's some trails back home I feel confident tackling and would like to try now!