The morning weather was very nice. The tradewinds were blowing, the clouds blocked out the sun, and the condition of the trail was dry. As noon approached, the clouds cleared and the sun beamed. For Kris, Roli, and Jonah, this was their first ridge hike, and what an introduction it was.
The climb to the first and second peaks went without incident. As did the climb to the third peak. There were many other hikers along the ridge, even two barefoot madmen with only a canteen of water.
After a short rest atop Ahiki, we proceeded to inspect the route down the backside. We reached the first tricky section where the ridge ledges out in concave form, inverting below. At only six feet high, the drop seems scarier than it really should be. It is also one of those sections where once you make it past the ledge, you don't want to try the difficult climb back up because of the inverted shape of the ridge. Getting down this section was especially difficult for Kris. His shoulder was in bad shape from torn ligaments in a jujitsu accident earlier in the year. Jonah and I had to cradle both of his feet with our hands to help him get down from the ledge. It was a hairy situation along the narrow ridge, for the drops at both my back and Jonah's went straight down the mountain.
Another rope section immediately after the ledge had to be negotiated. Relatively minor to what was in store, this section still was more dangerous than anything we traversed along the first, second, and frontside of the third peak. The rope was old, but still in good shape.
Behind us, a group of three guys were also making the descent. I chatted a bit with a guy named Jim, and I was amazed that he recently completed the trek from Mount Ka'ala to Pu'u Kalena, an extremely dangerous route that is rarely used. Another route he told me he attempted that blew my mind was the hike from the Kalihi Valley saddle to Lanihuli. Of course he didn't finish it, but he did tell me that the route is suicidal and stupid. From a particular vantage point along the backside of Ahiki, Jim pointed out the route he and his other hiking buddies were going to take. I told him I had planned to hike out on the golf course below, but he said he'd give us a ride back to our cars if we followed him out. It was an offer I knew we couldn't pass up, so we stayed close for the remainder of the hike.
Back on the trail, we reached the top of a rather high, near-vertical rock face. At around twenty feet high the rock face had very little foot and hand holds. A rope was in place, anchored securely with a piton. It was an ironic predicament because early on along the backside of the second peak, I instructed everyone to not put all their weight on the ropes; this time, we had to put all our weight on the rope. Again, I was especially concerned for Kris. Every steep rope section made his shoulder hurt more and more, and it was obvious by his groans as he winced in pain, slowly making his way down each rope section.
As if things couldn't get any worse, we reached another near-vertical section. At this point, Kris was a bit fed up, and he was complaining that his shoulder was on fire. We all got past this section until we encountered a very long and steep rope section along loose dirt. Although the grade of steepness wasn't as vertical as the previous rock faces, it was still difficult to negotiate without the proper foot and hand holds. Those who made it to the bottom first coached those behind for correct hand and foot placement. It was the last gnarly section until the trail leveled out into the forest. It was a daunting task for us all, and somehow, Kris made it as well after a slow, fifteen minute descent.
Finally at the bottom with all the steep sections behind us, we followed the trail until we hit a junction. Jim turned left, so we followed. The trail was in very good shape, and there were some trail junctions coming in on the left and right, but we took the trail that stayed in the direction of the ocean. We eventually hit a dirt road with junctions coming in from every direction. At one point we hit a five-way junction. Still knowing which way the ocean was, we followed the road that headed into the direction of it. Soon we found ourselves walking through an ironwood grove trail that eventually led us downhill to Old Kalanianaole Road by high priced homes. It was here that we waited for Jim, caught a ride back in his truck to the entrance of Luana Hills Country Club, and headed home.
In summary, Ahiki is actually really fun. It's dangerous, but it's short compared to other dangerous hikes around the island. In all honesty, if I do Mount Olomana again, it wouldn't be complete without ascending the backside of Ahiki. I really want to give props to Jonah, Roli, and Kris for champing it out along the backside of Ahiki. Kris did an awesome job during the descent. Not many people can say they did one of Oahu's most dangerous trails with a bum shoulder. Well, he did it, and he deserves a night of drinking on me when he comes back to visit. And me: I deserve a swift kick in the nuts for making them do a hike that truly is one of the most dangerous on the island.
Looking at the frontside of Ahiki (3rd peak) from Paku'i (2nd peak) along the Mount Olomana trail. (photo: B. Bautista)
The profile of the backside of Ahiki. (photo: J. McKown)
View of Ahiki's backside from the bottom.
View from "the keyhole" of the frontside of Ahiki. (photo: B. Bautista)
Coming down the first rope section along the backside of Ahiki. (photo: B. Bautista)
Kris, negotiating the 2nd rope section.
2nd rope section. (photo: J. McKown)
Albert and I checking what lies ahead. (photo: B. Bautista)
3rd rope section.
Jonah, negotiating the 4th and last steep rope section. (photo: B. Bautista)
Last rope section.
photo: B. Bautista