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  • The jungle is a primeval place. It encourages one to be silent, aware, and awake. It is a place that reminds you how small and vulnerable you are, how unacquainted and yet inextricably linked to the natural world.

    We reached a bamboo grove. Their trunks as much as six inches in diameter shot up into the sky like thick needles, some tilting this way and others that. The boulders scattered about like a spilt box of puzzle pieces. I studied the moss-covered skin of one such stone and wondered when it first bounced off the cliff above and rolled into its final resting place. How long had it been since it joined the company of these bamboo trees?

    Unanswered, I continued onwards. A stranger to this place but oddly at peace with its unfamiliarity.

    And then, there was a sign. It seemed surprising, suddenly, to come across something man-made, to see the Roman alphabet jumbled up in its effort to declare:

    EXTREME DANGER!

    Sliding Rocks off top of waterfalls regularly crash down potentially crushing hikers standing around the pool and more that 100 ft back from pool. PLEASE consider the High Risk especially when Hiking with Children. Much Aloha!


    Yes, a boulder on one’s head would provide “Much Aloha!” indeed, I thought. Aloha, you know, means not just hello but also goodbye!

    With this in mind and a nervous laugh, we cautiously but steadily moved forward. We had already come so far and weren’t about to turn around and the encouragement of fellow hikers passing us on their way back from the falls only whetted our desire to reach a supposed Eden.
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