A History of Waimano Death Marches

After we were caught on the summit of Waimano at 1 AM in a thunder and lightning storm, we affectionately called these hikes 'death marches.' Yes, we are still dumb enough to go on them, but some close bonds have been forged through the process! On these trips, through sleepless cold nights, vicious rotten guava and shampoo ginger fights, friendships are stretched to their breaking point and then emerge for the stronger weeks later when we start talking to one another again....just kidding.

Here's the fellas after the storm of '97. We may have been smiling then, but you should have seen us at 1:30 AM in the middle of a lightning storm.

This was taken on an earlier death march with Steven Parker and Jon Crosson. Attacking eachother with pocketknives is a favorite pastime of ours when reaching the summit.

Here's me and Crosson on the summit of Olo Mana.

The fellas. Brent , Kyle, Justin, Jon , LJ, and Gavan.

Steven and I enjoying the light and warmth of the fire back at base camp.

The summit.

Kyle learns the hard way that he should ask permission to use my hammock!

Kyle (the hunchback) enjoys a clearing in the clouds.

Here's me in quite possible the worst night of my life. Laying in a puddle for 5 hours in the wind and rain, chilled to the bone. Why do we do these hikes again??!^$%^&*%*

Jon and I at the summit.

Stream crossing.

Even at camp, though, a pocketknife fight can flare up. This stabbing was timed well enough to be photographed, but don't ask me why Jon looks like he's in third grade in this photo.

Jon really should try to tan that left quad a bit more....

Stairway to heaven.

The Imperial bunker is sucessfully captured by the rebel forces on Endor!!!!

Somebody should trim these bushes.