A few weeks ago I went on a camping
trip with a friend (for this story I'll just call her Julia), on the
spectacular Na Pali coast of Kauai, Hawaii. It was a trip we'd
planned for a month or so. Julia had invited me to fly out to Hawaii
from where I was in California at the time, for a work opportunity,
to spend some time together and also to do the intense hike out to
the Kalalau Valley on the west side of the island, where the cliffs
(“pali” in native Hawaiian) are so rugged they couldn't build a
road along that section of the coast. I'd already done the 11-mile
hike several times before and knew how tough it was.
So after ten days or so of working
together on a construction project that Julia was involved in, we had
the time off to do the hike, with plans to camp out there for about a
week. We packed up our backpacks with our tent, mattresses, thin
blankets, skimpy clothes (you didn't need much), food and everything
else required for a multi-day backpacking trip, and hit the trail.