
Ah, the great outdoors.

The Kalalau camping area is where you can kick off your shoes and put on slippers …

… get some rest …

This is the third post in a five-part series on Kalalau. More from the series:
- PART 1: Kalalau Trail
- PART 2: Kalalau Moonrise
- PART 4: Kalalau Valley
- PART 5: Kalalau Beach
… and take a shower in a waterfall. (Clothing optional.)
We camped in Kalalau for 3 nights. I haven’t camped since I was a little kid so any type of camping would have been fun. Kalalau camping was on another level though. You have no cell phone signal, the only supplies you have are those you backpacked in with, and the only way to get out is to hike the 11 miles Kalalau Trail back to civilization. (In an emergency though, you could hitch a ride on a fishing or tour boat back to town.)
It’s all relative but for most of us, this was roughing it. We were grimy, living off of limited supplies, and pooping in the bushes. So why do it? Well what you get in return for giving up the comforts of home is seclusion. No contact with the outside world means no stress. You have adventure during the day and relaxation at night. Your only real concern is maintaining your water supply. Other than that, you can just cruise, talk story or sit quietly and listen to the chirping of birds and crashing of waves.
I know that what I’m writing here may sound silly to you, being that I live in Hawaii, but I live in Honolulu. Like, right next to Waikiki. I love the convenience of living in Town, but there’s tons of sirens and city noise around me and ice-heads occasionally roam the streets outside my building. Every night, someone randomly screams at the top of his lungs for no apparent reason. I run out to the lanai to see what’s going on and, silence. It’s weird.
So what I’m saying is, even though I live in Hawaii I still enjoy “getting away.” Camping was good times.


























