I love this photo. Right now, it’s the “cover photo” of my personal Facebook page (I change that often, but this one spoke to me, so I put it up last week, and as of the time of this post, it’s still there…). It’s also the background on my phone.
We took this photo in Hawaii, on the island of Maui. We’d stopped to explore the Black Sand Beach (yes, there is one on Maui!) while exploring the road to Hana.
It’s at a park called Wai’anapanapa.
Just saying it is fun.
Side Note: This weekend, Claire was looking through a calendar we got from a conservation organization. March’s picture is a beautiful shot of this very Black Sand Beach! I showed Claire the photos WE took of that beach, and when she saw they were the same, she was in awe! “Look! I see those three palm trees, right there!” Fantastic!
This was a trail we would have never found if it weren’t for letterboxing. We were thrilled to discover that there was a letterbox hidden at this very park, and the clues seemed easy enough. Needless to say, the start to this particular letterboxing adventure was just as rocky as the shoreline. We could not find this trail. We did not understand what some of the clues meant. None of it was making any sense. We traipsed off in the totally wrong direction, all the while pretending we were on the right track. We tried to force meaning out of the things around us. “Surely this is what they meant!? Maybe they meant that!?” No. When you’re right, the answers to the clues slip into place. Usually.
We knew the rules, but decided to blatantly disregard them.
Although completely frustrated but not wanting to give up completely, we decided to stop for lunch and try again.
After a bite to eat at the park, we decided to try one more time. This time, everything fell into place. (We also agreed on how WE would have written the starting point of the clue, but that’s neither here nor there. Details, details.) With this renewed energy, we found it! It’s one of the coolest trails we’ve ever explored.
The picture doesn’t show how dark and mysterious this all was; the camera has lightened it up quite a bit. The canopy was so low that my husband had to crouch while under some of it. It was so thick, you could barely see the bright blue sky through it.
We’d stumbled into another world.
Steps worn by other adventurers and the passage of time.
Such a great reward for not giving up, for going back to the beginning and trying again.
This photo inspires me in so many ways.