Monday, August 8, 2011

It Takes an Island


DAY 2

Yet another 5:00 am wakeup call, this time with a bright eyed and bushytailed start due to Starbucks and the wonderfully amazing 21st century invention of VIA instant Starbucks packets, not to mention the fact of getting some extra hours of sleep due to the 2 hour behind time difference from Phoenix and Orlando.

However, upon waking up to retrieve my bathing suit left out over night in the arid, 90 degree desert heat outside of our hotel room, I was greeted with the morning sun illuminating the infinite terrain of the Arizona morning. Looking at the alarm clock, I was baffled as to how I could be two hours behind Orlando, clock showing 5:00 am, and the sun being up before it would be up in Orlando...hmmmm I say. But I must say, due to the wonderful world of Facebook, with my query posted, I received an almost instant response and answer: "A) you're farther north, which means the run rises earlier on a relative basis in summer, B) Arizona doesn't go on daylight savings, so you're really on Pacific time. If they had any sense it would really be 6AM, but they don't, as it's Arizona." I must give credit to where credit is due..thank you Mr. Rob Heath!



With a 35 minute delay from Phoenix due to the First Captain deciding to oversleep and waiting for his arrival, we loaded up and took off for our 6 hour and 18 minute flight....ah yeah, you read it right....translated by hour 5 of my 6'6'' tall self stuffed in coach against a window with my knees tucked up to my chin, I was ready to make a go for the exit doors and go all LOST in attempt to get to the island faster. I must say though, to pass the time, I must credit an audio book by my favorite author Paolo Coelho entitled the Pilgrimage. Truly a captivating story (that is up to the part before slightly drifting in and out of sleep) of one man's journey and pursuit of that he desires, and the tests he along with the rest of us must face in order to achieve our goals and success. I had always credited The Alchemist by the same author for changing my life and setting me onto the path of my Personal Legend, but I must now also credit The Pilgrimage for focusing my thoughts and dedication to my success and happiness. Before I begin to create my own Cliff's Notes version for you all, I will refrain and just strongly encourage you to pick it up and engross yourself in the lessons, exercises and morals of this amazing tale.

Landing in Honolulu and being greeted by a terrain like none other, with clambering peaked mountains, with lush cascading green vegetation and surrounding ocean breeze...the magnitude of my destination finally sunk in. Good timing as well, for from Honolulu it was time to board a 26 minute flight to our final destination of Kauai, the "garden island," a true adventurer's island, not like Hawaii's other resort and leisure counterparts. Due to Kauai still maintaining its natural splendor, a large percentage is still un-navigable by car, and thus opens up more opportunity for hiking, kayaking, and other non traditional means of getting from point A to point B. Before arriving, with some research and Guide Book, we realized that if you can't see the island by car, see it by helicopter, and thus booked an hour 4 passenger helicopter tour with Jack Harter Helicopters, allowing aerial access to the multitude of waterfalls, especially Manawaiopuna Fall, probably more familiar to you all as the Jurassic Park waterfalls. Speaking of, many other movies chose to use the natural beauty of Kauai as their set; movies such as 7Days and 7Nights, 50 First Dates, Raiders of the Lost Ark, South Pacific, Blue Hawaii, Lord of the Flies, Fantasy Island and on and on... There are tours on the island specifically for traveling to the various sites, but I thought it more fun, to print a list of the sites, and go find them ourselves with the help of GPS!

Arriving to the resort, The Point at Poipu, the south side of the island, enough time was had to unpack, and head just outside the front door to Shipwreck beach and take in the amazing view that was to be home for the next week.




With daylight quickly slipping away as the sun set on the western side of the island, the remnants of the vivacious colors were awe inspiring as if mere watercolor pigment was lightly touched and gracefully danced over a wet canvas, leaving the hues to dissipate and vanish off into the horizon, bringing an end to a VERY long day, and further giving me the motivation to go to bed early to wake up to see the sunrise with coffee in hand, to start the first full day on the island I now call home, for it took this island to awaken in me a passion for life and all the beauties of it, and with the learned lessons and exercise taught with The Pilgrimage discussing intentionally walking at half pace of your usual speed for at least 30 minutes every day for 7 days...and in doing so, shakes you from your daily grind and routine, and awakens you to new smells, sights, and experiences that have been there all along, but have never taken time to slow down and truly, deeply inhale life, and digest the power it offers us in the simplicity of its beauty.

.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

The Hills Are Alive...

DAY 1:
With a 5:30am wake up call, barely able to focus as a fumble for the soap in hopes to awaken me with some sort of aromatic slap in the face, but to no avail, with only 3 hours of sleep under my belt (due to last minute packing), I sluggishly wheeled myself and luggage to the airport for our 7:30am flight to Phoenix.

Landing in Phoenix proved for a new city and a new adventure...not to mention a whole new level of topography and meaning of the word "dry heat." Not like the lei I hope to be greeted with tomorrow when landing in Honolulu, and eventually Kauai, Phoenix decided to embrace me with a stifling 109 degree full body hug. Rental car for the day picked up, and off it was to a quick check into one of many Hilton Garden Inns (who knew?) our savior Yelp came to the rescue of determing where we were to have a true local yocal taste of Phoenix. Low and behold Cornish Pastey Co. (must read the history of the Pastey to fully appreciate its origin) was on our foodie radar. Yes, yes...for those that know me, I enjoy food. Not in a crazy, 400 lbs, stuck in bed, hoarder kind of way...but in one that enjoys the experimentation, the flavor pairings and layers of food. With us ordering two of their specialty Pasteys, I, the Chicken Tiki Masala with pair yogurt/mint sauce, and James the Greek Pastey with grilled artichokes and calmative olives. Needless YUMM, Yelp strikes again, and with both paired with a Tangerine Ale, perfect power lunch before heading off to the famous red rock hills of the Phoenix area.

With our carb overload, off to Hole in the Rocks to explore the deserts of Phoenix. Truly this being my first time out west and in an actual desert, the topography while driving out of Phoenix ( a mere 15/20min drive) was as if driving on the Planet Mars, especially now that they've found further evidence of water on it. With large red rock formations protruding from the barren earth, sparse shrubs and cacti dotting the landscape, the terrain was widely exciting and I couldn't wait to go explore and capture what I could with my camera, never minding that the car's temperature reading was currently at 118 degrees! Below are some of the picture I took:








 After cooling down from some unfamiliar high temps as well as higher elevations, we set off for Camelback Mountain to go take pictures, but once again to our faithful Yelp app (yes not just for restaurants people) we found insider information and reviews on a trail to hike...little did we know what we were getting into. Needless to say two water bottles weren't enough, and debated at one point if we were going to make what went from an above average hiker's step path up the summit of Camelback, to steep rock faces with barely any sign of the trail other than previous hikers footprints left behind. However the highlight of the day, was reaching the second to last summit, approx. 2,100 ft. in elevation and the majesty of towering red rocks that were once above you, were now far below...and the gentle wind blowing up from the valley down below created this moment, or rather connection where there was no sense of the 21st century. I yearn for, and seek those moments, those opportunities in which I'm humbled, and more times than not, those experience I have had, have all involved Nature reminding me of its reign. The centuries of stories and moments passed by these monumental red rock megaliths, are imbedded in their geological grasp, and in a moment of silent, and appreciation of the significance of your insignificance in their presence...they share the ancient energy and wisdom with you.


Goodnight and Mahalo as tomorrow morning I leave Phoenix and arrive in Honolulu.