In my wanderings of the Big Island, I hopped on the all to slow public transportation bus and got off in Hilo where the one and only place on the island to buy camping gear was located ie. the Army Surplus store. I purchased a machete, mess kit, sleeping mat, water purifier and a very small fuel stove that would alter the things of yet to come. I was told by the store owner to watch out for Rat Lung Disease which has become more abundant in past years on Hawaii especially where I planned on going.
WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:
Cases of eosinophilic meningitis caused by the rat lungworm parasite have risen sharply in Hawaii over the past 5 years. The parasite, a nematode (Angiostrongylus cantenosis), was carried from SE Asia to Hawaii by rats, which are the host. There is a possibility that there may be two species of the parasite in Hawaii.
The parasite can be transferred to slugs, and snails in the 3rd larval stage; it has also been found in flatworms. Humans pick up the parasite by ingesting slugs/slug slime contaminated fruits /vegetables/water or raw or undercooked slugs, snails, mollusks, prawns and monitor lizards. Humans are a dead end host, the parasite will not develop to sexual maturity and may live for up to a year in the human body but will eventually die. While the parasite has been in Hawaii a long time, cases of illness have risen with the introduction and increase in the population of an invasive semi-slug (Parmarion martensi), which is native to SE Asia.
extremely sensitive to touch.
There are reports of people who years after having had rat lung cannot wear shirts or long pants because their skin is still so sensitive. There are victims who take daily doses of morphine to help them endure the nerve pain they still experience 2 and 3 years later. The inability to urinate, called Elsberg Syndrome, has been reported in other cases of rat lungworm. Rat lung victims may also experience hallucinations, disorientation, vision problems and visual impairment. Complete paralysis may set in. Short-term memory loss seems to be common in serious cases.
Hawai’i and US mainland medical centers have very little or no experience with rat lungworm, and scientific and medical research is sorely lacking. Medical treatment in Hawaii is currently based on that used in China, Thailand and Taiwan for rat lungworm victims.
As the rainy season begins, slugs will begin to emerge and the potential for infection will become greater. Personal diligence is key to prevention until science can provide us with more knowledgeable information.
Rat lungworm affects everyone living in Hawaii, whether you buy your vegetables in Costco or at the local market. The problem is not with home gardens or locally grown food, it lies with invasive species finding their way to Hawai’i, such as rats, the primary carrier, snails and slugs that carry high loads of the parasite and whose populations are increasing and spreading on the islands. It would be wise for scientists to determine if mongooses also carry the parasite, as they are quite similar to rats.
It just so happened that another set of Kolea’s came on the island and were able to give me a ride to the trailhead just north of Hawi, in their car rental. I had some nuts, jerky, dehydrated fruit and a jar of Goobers PB&J and a half loaf of shitty white bread. I would have purchased more hiker friendly food but was unable to before I got dropped off so I just looked at it as a survival exercise and wasn’t all that concerned since I could always resort to eating wild foods indigenous or otherwise. I set off down the trailhead in the afternoon when most folks were coming up & out. I felt good and was glad to leave all the stupid shit in Puna behind.
As I walked down into the valley I could see the Pololu Valley and beach below. I was ecstatic.
It is a gorgeous black stone beach with old Ironwood forest to give one shelter from the Sun and I set up my tarp on a small knoll viewing the beach worshippers down below which just happened to be three gorgeous naked women sunbathing, I know your thinking “creeper” but I just happened to be there first and there was a whole beach for them to go to for more privacy but they saw me just “hanging out” and stripped down to what God gave them right in front of me so I just enjoyed the view. There were remnants of people making make-shift dwellings that primitive man may have found downright shoddy but kids found them intriguing. I was just relaxing and preparing for my hike out the following morning.
My plan was to search for the Awini Trail- a 22.4 mile lightly trafficked out and back trail that is only recommended for very experienced adventurers that should never go alone. Advance trek for the full hardy outdoorsman which I considered myself- Thank you Very Much! For those prepared to be challenged by the elements, and to use navigational skills with topo and compass, which I didn’t have. Enjoy the Native Hawaiian jungle with expansive views of the coast, valleys and waterfalls. This trail is part of an old government road that led to the housing for staff that used to maintained the old North Kohala Ditch that supplied water to the Old Sugarcane plantations of yesteryears. There used to be settlements along the trail, which are now all abandoned and no longer active. The only users are now DLNR staff or Natural Reserve employees and researchers, who primarily come in via helicopter or via 4WD roads from Waimea/Kamuela. This track starts from Pololu Valley,
traverses Honokane Nui, Honokane Iki, Honoke’a, Honopu’e, and Waimanu Valleys; to finally reach Waipio Valley. The trek is fairly open up to Honokane Iki, but expect to bushwhack the rest of the way; with a few open areas where the natural reserve personnel are conducting studies and maintaining rain gauges. There are about 3 shelters along the way, but expect to be camping in the rain. This area is a watershed and it receives a good amount of rain year round. Overall, this trail is a tough and challenging route that will sorely test your outdoor skills.
The valley had a few campers down below but nothing like the assholes who camp for months/years in the Kalalau Valley on Kauai, all the while shitting on sacred temples and bringing in tons of garbage in their quest for enlightenment. Don’t even get me started……
I did notice a bunch of plastic washed up on the black rock beach which has become all to common here on the islands due to the worlds appetite for all things made of plastic. You name it- if it’s made of plastic it washes up everywhere around the globe. I have seen it in the middle of the Pacific, up on the Northslope of Alaska & in Central America just to name a few. Deodorant, toothbrushes, tampon applicators, baby dolls, buckets, pails, chap stick, polypropylene, sandals, fishing nets, Styrofoam packaging, sunglasses, etc.. the list goes on and on with no end in sight. In fact it has come to the point where no one even gives a fuck anymore seemingly oblivious as they step over it. Only a very few ever try and pack any of it out, the mindset being:
“Its not my garbage.”
“More than 8 million tons of plastic are dumped in our oceans every year.”
The proliferation of plastic products in the last 70 years or so has been extraordinary; quite simply we cannot now live without them. We are now producing nearly 300 million tons of plastic every year, half of which is for single use. More than 8 million tons of plastic is dumped into our oceans every year.
Plastic is cheap and incredibly versatile with properties that make it ideal for many applications. However, these qualities have also resulted in it becoming an environmental issue. We have developed a “disposable” lifestyle and estimates are that around 50% of plastic is used just once and thrown away.
Plastic is a valuable resource and plastic pollution is an unnecessary and unsustainable waste of that resource.
“No water, no life. No blue, no green.”
Dr. Sylvia Earle
- Packaging is the largest end use market segment accounting for just over 40% of total plastic usage.
- Annually approximately 500 billion plastic bags are used worldwide. More than one million bags are used every minute.
- A plastic bag has an average “working life” of 15 minutes.
- Over the last ten years we have produced more plastic than during the whole of the last century.
Beverage Bottles Alone
- According to the Container Recycling Institute, 100.7 billion plastic beverage bottles were sold in the U.S. in 2014, or 315 bottles per person.
- 57% of those units were plastic water bottles: 57.3 billion sold in 2014. This is up from 3.8 billion plastic water bottles sold in 1996, the earliest year for available data.
- The process of producing bottled water requires around 6 times as much water per bottle as there is in the container.
- 14% of all litter comes from beverage containers. When caps and labels are considered, the number is higher.
So drink up fuckers nothing to worry about…………
sorry that wasn’t directed at you since I know you do all you can to prevent this, otherwise I will simply unfriend you.
I set up my hammock in between to large Ironwood trees, an invasive species from Australia. In fact a lot of what we perceive to be Hawaiian is in fact a invasive species including the very inhabitants. Before the Polynesians came there were no Coconut trees the poster child of Hawaii.
Most of the species within Hawaii cannot truly be classified as native species since Hawaii is a group of islands; therefore, all, or most, of the species had to migrate there or be brought over to the islands by humans. However, there are a majority of species which were introduced for specific reasons yet they have disrupted Hawaiian biodiversity. The mongoose was introduced to Hawaii in the mid-19th century in an attempt to control the large rat population in the sugar cane fields. However, since then, the mongoose population has grown to large numbers without controlling the nocturnal rat population and has greatly diminished the population of ground nesting birds.
Another example of an invasive species introduced in the 19th century is the fire tree, which is a small shrub that was brought from the Azores, Madeira, and the Canary Islands as an ornamental plant or for firewood. However, now it poses a serious threat to native plants on young volcanic sites, lowland forests, and shrublands, where it forms dense monocultural stands. Another plant, the strawberry guava, was introduced in the early 19th century as an edible fruit. However, it now poses a major threat to Hawaii’s rare endemic flora and fauna by forming shade-casting thickets with dense mats of surface feeder roots.
I set out early the next morning weaving in and out, up and down the lush valleys until I came to what looked like the end of the trail, if not for my keen eye I would have missed what looked like a small tunnel used by pigs in the thicket. Now remember I have on this huge backpack that kept hanging up on all the branches and it seemed as if every root was reaching out tripping me up. I soon found my back aching and Im sweating my ass off as the Sun was reaching its zenith. I cursed the dark tunnels that reminded me of huge spider tunnels and found my machete useless in the tightness of it all where I felt somewhat caustraphobic. Finally I came out of the tunnels to what could only be called the side of a cliff with no trail. I slowly made my way down towards the valley below I could only assume was HanoIt was with great relief that I came onto a huge rope that was tied up to a tree and fell out of sight down a steep cliff. At least I knew I was headed in the right direction since I had been told about it by some old local who befriended me in Hawi.
I soon found myself in what can only be called the side of a cliff making my way down to the valley below which I assumed was Hanokane Nui. There I stood breathing hard without a trail before me and just delved into the thicket where I had to take off my backpack and drag, push or throw it along the steep jungle. In fact after about an hour and only traverissing maybe 1/10th of a mile I got so frustrated I threw my backpack ahead to crawl over a tree and could only sit and watch as it tumbled down below out of site. So there I was trying to find my backpack on the side of a mountain getting bit by all kinds of bugs and ripped by razor sharp serrated plants that seem to only have malicious intentions towards me. I was damn near ready to abandon my burdon when I could see that it had hung up on a root that had a huge rope tied to it that dissapered over the cliffs below. I knew I had found the way since some old local who befriended me in Hawi had told me about the cliff rope. Thank God it was there because it was a muddy steep mess going down and I was covered in blood and mud when I finally made it down. Im sure everything in my pack was broken as I had to let it tumble most the way down as I was concerned for my own safety during the decent.
I found a trailmarker before me into a very dense Bamboo Forest that blocked out the Sun almost completely and where hordes of mosquitos dwelt and fed off what little blood I had left in my body, most of which was now mixed with the cliff behind and above.
I was very relieved when after some trials and tribulations I came to a creek where the Bamboo did not grow. I thought it would be time to make some walking sticks to ease my sufferings out of the abundant material and chose a perfect diameter stalk of Bamboo to cut down with my machete I was just dying to use for something besides swatting at bugs. So I took it out of its scabbard and swung at the stalk which simply rebounded my stroke with all its stored energy which then twisted the machete in my left hand and I still couldn’t tell you how it happened but I just stared at my right hand which was now bleeding profusously from a flap of skin I damn near cut my thumb from. FUCK. The water of the creek looked sort of stagnant so I didn’t want to wash it there and held onto my wrist to constrict what little blood I had left. Just stay calm its only a thumb, its not like a leg or penis I thought. It happened so fast I stared in disbelief and did some field dressing with what little first aid stuff I had.
Now I know your thinking:
What a dumbass, why doesn’t he have first aid stuff and the answer is that in the past wether in the mountains of north America, Jungles of Central America or Streets of Oakland, I rarely get injured to the point where I need to carry one. I know- LAME.
But this is where you are truly tested of ones tenacity and perserverance and ability to survive with whats available I mused and set out looking for some plants to ease my sufferings I had learned about while on the island of Kauai.
After about a mile or two I came to where the river once spilled into the Ocean but now seeped into the Earth before a huge wall of boulders I could only assume something of hurricane force had deposited. In face the whole valley was full of these huge boulders which made walking a logistical nightmare and soon my ankles were sending shock waves to my brain. The Sun was now inching its way into the horizon and I had to find a place to set up my hammock with screen mesh to protect me from the onslaught of blood thirsty insect I knew would devour me. I found such a spot in a shady alcove below the cliffs I thought would suffice and set out to making it home for the evening. After a P&B sandwich I laid in the hammock playing with the flap of skin that was not encrusted shut and swollen, my trusty machete beside me with first blood drawn coagulated on its sheath. I awoke sometime in the night freezing from the thick sea mist that was eerily surrounding me blocking out the view of the waves crashing into the stones, it felt as if the Ocean wanted to swallow me whole, slowly I shook my self to sleep.
Looking Back West Across Pololu Beach From the Start of the Honokane Nui Valley Trail: Photo by Donnie MacGowan
Along the Honokane Nui Trail, Climbing East Out Of Pololu Valley: Photo by Donnie MacGowan
Going on farther east into Honokane Iki Valley from Honokane Nui is very rewarding and easier than the hop from Pololu to Honokane Nui, climbing just 400 muddy feet over the ridge. There are numerous ruins from previous eras of population, ancient to recent, to explore in both these valleys. It is possible to wander the intersecting, disappearing, maddening trails all the way into Waipi’o Valley, 14 canyons and about 15 bushwhacking, stream-fording, slope-slipping, rain-slogging, breathtaking, aggravating, wonderful miles away. This is definitely a trip for more than a single day and permission must be gained to cross the private land.
The next morning I woke up early replenished my water from a small spring and set up the next ridge line that was mostly wallowed out from years of runoff. After a few miles I found myself on a narrow ridgeline overlooking both Hanokane Nui and Hanokane Iki as well as a grand view of the Kohala Coastline.
It reminded me of the fluted ridges of the Na Pali Coast on Kauai. I took off my clothes & set up my hammock on this site and spent the night watching the Sun dip into the distance and Whales breaching along with their young. The following day I went to make a P&B sandwich and my food bag fell over the cliff never to be seen. I now had a small bag of nuts and some beef jerky. I still had some of my winter fat and knew although I would be hungry that I had more than enough reserves to make it to my destination which only seemed to get further as I got closer and deeper into the jungle.
The Hanokane Iki beach was much smaller but has a lot more in the way of ancient sites that are still intact. The trees were all red leaves and I felt as if I was going into some Elvish domain that was abandoned many years before. Their were terraces that went far up the valley walls that were now all grown in with jungle folage almost to the point where one would not even know thousands of people once called this place home. I just stood in awe marveling at these places and thought of what it must have been like all those years ago. How many people and years it must have took to build such a place just baffled me and I couldn’t but help of think of the possibility of some Ancient Aliens being involved somehow. The beach here is very small in a narrow space where one would have to be crazy in order to get in the Ocean as it was frothing with flotsam and jetsam in a perpetual state of turbulence. Between the Ancient Ruins within the magical forest and the sheer sense of isolation I found myself contemplating living here forever. The next few days I hiked all through that gorgeous place without a care but I never could find the trail that would take me on further. No matter how much I tried the jungle cliffs always spat me back out utterly spent ripped and torn. My thumb had now become a constant nuisance and although I had much in the way of coconut I was unable to snare a pig or catch one single fish for much needed protein. With a heavy heart I made the decision to go back out and replenish my provisions and hitchhike over to Waimanu and try to link them up from that side.
Waimanu Valley1500+ Foot Waterfalls in Waimanu Valley
Round Trip Mileage: 16.2 miles
Elevation Gain: 7300 feet
Gear: If you choose to travel past Waipi’o Valley, you’ll be far from help. You need to bring enough gear to keep yourself and a partner alive in the rainforest, at least overnight. The hike is hot so shorts are a good idea that help with river crossings as well. I’d wear sturdy high-top boots for the entire hike because the trail is very steep and rocky. Bring extra water and food; you’ll underestimate the amount of effort this one takes. Treat all sources of water because there are agricultural pollutants entering the water from upstream.
Map: Topographical Map for Waimanu Valley
Overview: If you’re like me and you find Waipi’o Valley to be too developed and overused, and don’t like dealing with private property issues, Waimanu is for you. Literally translated, wai manu means “bird water” or “river of birds.” Located west of Waipi’o Valley along the windward side of Kohala mountain, this is one of the most difficult places to reach by foot on the Big Island. Indeed, many more people have viewed Waimanu Valley from a helicopter than on foot. Getting to Waimanu requires excellent fitness and above average routefinding. Most visitors camp at one of the permitted campsites in the valley, but it is possible to day hike out to Waimanu, despite what other sources tell you.
This is an extremely difficult day hike and should only be attempted the most fit and experienced outdoorspeople with a penchant for suffering and a self-masochistic streak. Take a look at the stats in the headline for this one: it’s more than sixteen miles and a vertical mile and a half. Those sixteen miles are mosquito-bitten, wet, steep, rocky, and unforgiving. You’ll need to cross one river where it meets the ocean and at least 13 other streams, all of which carry high flash flood danger and can become impassable at any time, stranding you. The trail has high rockfall danger and a fall in some spots could send you up to five hundred feet. Even splitting this hike up on a backpack is a very serious endeavor, requiring you to set a primitive camp in Waimanu valley.
Note that even doing a portion of this hike would be very rewarding. A challenging day is to start at Waipi’o and hike up and over the other side to view waterfalls and a part of the rainforest along the Muliwai Trail. If you choose to attempt any or all of this trail, especially if you try to go to Waimanu in a day, use these tips: start at dawn; choose a good day for high and low tide at Waipi’o river crossing; carry much more water than you think you need; set specific turn-around criteria and time; watch the weather and flash flood danger.
Waimanu Valley Beach
Getting to the Trailhead: From Honoka’a in the northern part of the island, take Hwy. 240 west to Kukuihaele. The road comes to a dead end at the Waipi’o Lookout. Parking can be difficult at the small parking area, and take care to park in an appropriate place if you park up the road. This is the trailhead for two-wheel drive vehicles, and is the place most tourists stop. There is a good overlook worth a stop near the parking area, although you can’t see much of the back of the valley. With a sturdy four-wheel drive vehicle and above average driving skill and nerve, you can drive down to the black sand beach. The road is narrow, impossibly steep (25% average grade), and rough. If you make it to the bottom in one piece, find an appropriate place to park and do not drive on the beach. A number of guiding services, shuttles, and horseback tours operate in Waipi’o and take visitors down to the valley floor.
The Muliwai TrailThe hike: The beginning of this hike takes you from the parking area for Waipi’o Valley and down the road for 0.7 mile into the valley. Follow the road toward the beach for a half mile, and proceed immediately to cross the stream. Cross the stream where it meets the ocean in the best place given current conditions. You can usually keep yourself pretty dry, but it’s deeper than it seems. After crossing the river, watch out for some yellow jackets that can burrow into the black sand. (I know it sounds crazy, but trust me). Look up at the cliffs in front of you and spot the big Z-like trail you’ll be on shortly. Continue to the opposite side of the black sand beach and look sharp for a faint trail that travels back from the beach into deep foliage. You’ll know you’re on the right trail if it shortly passes official state signs for the Muliwai trail. Check out any current warnings and persevere up 1300’ as the steep trail switches back several times in the sticky morning sun. This is probably the toughest part of the entire hike. One of these switchbacks has the best view of Hi’ilawe Falls, back across Waipi’o Valley (It’s marked on the map above). After cresting the cliff into a cool Pacific pine rainforest, you’ll now need to cross about 13 different streams where you stay mostly 800’ – 1000’ above the ocean below, which you can rarely see. The Muliwai Trail gets less and less prominent as you continue toward Waimanu Valley, as it gains and loses elevation across the streams. Most stream crossings should be easy rock-hops, but always consider flash flood danger. A slip in many of these minor stream systems can produce a nasty fall. Eventually, you’ll reach your first vantage of Waimanu Valley. Be sure to take in every break in the rainforest as you descend into the magical valley: your best views of the waterfalls are actually from up here for perspective. The trail ends near the Waimanu Valley beach, where you’ll need to cross the Waimanu River to access the campsites and the other side of the valley. It‘s possible to explore further back into the valley off-trail, but the terrain is very overgrown.
I was able to get a ride into the steep valley from some friends of mine on the Big Island and soon found myself 18 miles deep in the jungle trying to link up Waimanu Valley to Polulu early one beautiful day. I was harvesting coconut and fell back into a rythym dictated by the pulse of the Sea. I kept myself busy by making things out of what I could find in the jungle. I felt good and was in my element without the distractions of alcohol I usually found myself reeling from out in Babylon. I had set up on a ancient heiua which in hindsight I maybe should not have done. I’m not much of a superstitious man but one has to be careful when dealing with ancient temples of a ancient culture known as the Menhune.
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“Island of the Menehune” redirects here. For the “Rocket Power” telefilm, see Island of the Menehune (Rocket Power).
Alekoko “Menehune” fishpond
Menehune Bank from 1946. Made for Bank of Hawaii.
This little fellow was a promotional giveaway to encourage island children to save their pennies.
In Hawaiian mythology, the Menehune are said to be a people, sometimes described as dwarfs in size, who live in the deep forests and hidden valleys of the Hawaiian Islands, far from the eyes of normal humans. Their favorite food is the maiʻa (banana), and they also like fish.
The Menehune were said to be superb craftspeople. Legends say that the Menehune built temples (heiau), fishponds, roads, canoes, and houses. Some of these structures that Hawaiian folklore attributed to the Menehune still exist. They are said to have lived in Hawaiʻi before settlers arrived from Polynesia many centuries ago.
In Beckwith’s Hawaiian Mythology, there are references to several other forest dwelling races: the Nawao, who were large-sized wild hunters descended from Lua-nuʻu, the mu people, and the wa people.
Some early scholars theorized that there was a first settlement of Hawaiʻi, by settlers from the Marquesas Islands, and a second, from Tahiti. The Tahitian settlers oppressed the “commoners”, the manahune in the Tahitian language, who fled to the mountains and were called Menahune. Proponents of this theory point to an 1820 census of Kauaʻi by Kaumualiʻi, the ruling Aliʻi Aimoku of the island, which listed 65 people as menehune.
Folklorist Katharine Luomala believes that the legends of the Menehune are a post-European contact mythology created by adaptation of the term manahune (which by the time of the colonizing of the Hawaiian Islands by Europeans had acquired a meaning of “lowly people” or “low social status” and not diminutive in stature) to European legends of brownies. ‘”It is claimed that “Menehune are not mentioned in pre-contact mythology, although this is unproven since it was clearly an oral mythology; the legendary “overnight” creation of the Alekoko fishpond, for example, finds its equivalent in the legend about the creation of a corresponding structure on Oʻahu, which was supposedly indeed completed in a single day — not by menehune but, as a show of power, by a local aliʻi who demanded every one of his subjects to appear at the construction site and assist in building.
No physical evidence for the existence of a historical people that fits the description of the Menehune has been discovered but I never have doubted their existence.
Wai manu literally means “bird water” or “river of birds” in the Hawaiian language. During the time of Ancient Hawaii it was an ahupuaʻa, or ancient land division with a small village. Most of the area is state forest land, with a few campsites available with reservations. It is located in the Hāmākua district of Hawaiʻi island. The Waimanu Stream watershed includes many smaller flows from Kohala Mountain to the Pacific Ocean at sea level. A system of dikes of hard lava rock force large amounts of ground water dropped from the tradewinds into this valley, making it very different from the smaller shallow valleys directly to the west. This ridge is administered as the Puʻu O ʻUmi Natural State Area Reserve.
Tributary Waihīlau Stream starts at about 3,500 feet (1,100 m) elevation at
20°6′17″N 155°39′44″W / 20.10472°N 155.66222°W and flows into Waimanu Stream in the valley. Waihīlau Falls is one of the tallest single drops of a waterfall in the United States. It descends from about 3,000 feet (910 m) at
to about 400 feet (120 m) elevation. The name comes from wai hī lau which means “many trickling waters” since during heavy rains the stream splits into many smaller streams overflowing the cliff. Waimanu Stream empties into Waimanu Bay at sea level at
The valley is not accessible by automobile. A foot trail called Waimanu or Muliwai Trail leads down a steep path from the Waipiʻo Valley. At the south end of the valley, Waimanu Gap at 2,089 feet (637 m) elevation leads to the upper end of Waipiʻo Valley.
I had a small cook stove, the kind that screw onto small fuel bottles boiling a pot of water ( in fact it was the one I bought in Hilo at the Army store even though I would not have normally done so depending mostly on wood in the forest but for some reason I thought it would be easier to do with a small stove instead of trying to find dry wood in a rain forest) I was crouched next to the stove and the rock it was on shifted and spilled the whole boiling pot down my hip ass leg & ankles. I though No No NO!! oh shit Oh Shit OH SHIT!! Ran straight to a mtn. Spring as blisters were hanging off me like Xmas ornaments. I was concerned about staff infection and couldn’t hike out due to blisters around ankles. I beat myself up mentally- how could this happen to me, I’m a seasoned backcountry maniac this kind of shit only happens to dumbasses -not me. I had very little in way of burn cream and gauze. I used the Noni fruit & leaves- couldn’t see what was going on back of ass/ leg but I could feel…. it was bad, very bad. I laid in a huge tree in a hammock for days, feverish delusional scared, nibbling on what food I had and smoking myself calm. Two angels found me there alone. They were from New Zealand and were lost, I was ashamed to ask for help so when I showed them my burn- they gasped and immediately started nursing me with some stuff called Paw Paw ( fermented Papaya) I allowed myself to fall into despair and broke down….. A few days of their love I was able to hike back out and hitchike to hospital where 4 nurses immediately tended to me & hit me up with anti biotic. The next 2 months was hell.
A accident is something unplanned or unintentional that happens that may result in injury.
Its what you do afterwards that makes the difference.
I’m plan on going back to that same place soon to find that trail that was wiped out by a hurricane and spat me out injured, that is if there is a way at all. I just have to get back in there and find it.