We arrived late afternoon and immediately began our trek down the mountainside in Waipio Valley, Hawaii, laughing until our sides burned as much as our calves from the sharp downward stroll that seemed to never end. We are going to have an "awesome" time climbing this later, someone remarked sarcastically, which sent us into another bout of giggles at the thought of us attempting to crawl up the steep mountain road. When we reached the valley, there was an enormous pit of mud, and of course, being myself, I decide to go straight through it instead of around like the rest. I sank up to my mid-thighs within seconds. I waded out laughing and shaking my head at my new ruined Nike's and caked-on mud. I looked like half of the Abominable Mud Man, or woman for that matter.
We headed out to the beach area at the edge of the valley. Seven great blue whales were blowing showers of water into the crystal-clear blue sky just a ways offshore. One of the guys had been dying to see a whale for months, so it was a total answer to prayer on one of the best days ever.
We continued along the musty-colored sands and into the forest area. Little huts lined the beaten path and our friend Joey began telling some of his infamous crazy stories. We saw a few locals standing over a fire pit outside of their hut and asked if they knew which direction it was to get to the waterfalls. They pointed us to the left (which we found out soon enough was the opposite direction of the waterfalls). We passed a huge granddaddy tree, several "No Trespassing" signs (because of which we kept having to change directions), and a dog that wanted to kill us. Finally we reached the Seven Tiers.
Safely (enough), we could only climb to the fourth tier. It is a straight-up climb with no more than a slimy rope for an aid. When we reached the top, we swam in a bottomless, black water pool. It was so refreshing, but we had the guys test it out first to be sure it was okay.
The hike back was intense, particularly because we were cold, wet, and tired, but we were still having a blast! Like we imagined, going up that steep climb to the top of the mountain was trying but so incredibly breathtaking, we hardly noticed the strain. The diamond stars seemed like they were hanging by their crystalline treads close enough for us to grab hold of them. The beauty was a memory I would not trade.
It is more than worth doing. Just wear good shoes and bring a small, light backpack with essentials: WATER, energy bar, towel, and a light jacket for when the evening air takes on a slight chill.