Wailua Falls was familiar to me long before I ever set eyes on it. Since few will click on the link, I will tell you why . . . after I show it to you.
Recognize it? That’s right! It was showcased in the opening scenes of Fantasy Island (HERE).
And yes, I am sorry to say I watched the show. I mean, it looks dated now, like if it was made in the 80s or something, but back then it was something to watch . . . mostly because we only had three channels to watch.
In 2003 we found ourselves in Kauai. Strange that, because we didn’t know we were lost, and were not even looking for us, but there we were. I have to tell you, if you are looking for a place where to look for yourself, Hawaii is a pretty good choice.
Since we were there, and since we like waterfalls, we headed to Wailua Falls, and this next photo is the first I took of the falls when we got there.
. . . and I was mad; furious, even.
Apparently some idiot had gotten himself killed some years prior, the family had sued, and now the whole thing was surrounded by something like an eight-foot fence. Come to think of it, that’s exactly what it was; an eight foot fence that kept idiots from getting themselves killed by falling into the big hole.
Were it up to me, I would have installed a gate for idiot only, and would have shoved them through it; the world has enough idiots, with new ones coming along every day. For the life of me, I don’t understand why we treat them as if they are an endangered species.
These shots were taken at a place where the natural contour of the land allowed one to look over the fence (standing back from the fence – when you got close, it was still an eight foot fence). “Look over” is a strong statement; more like hold the camera above one’s head and hope to get a decent shot. I could not use a tripod and, of course, every other idiot with a camera wanted to use the same spot. Some people had SUVs, and were standing on top of them. Bastards!
You can read it now in the link above, but I did not know it back then . . . from Wikipedia:
“There are paths to the bottom of the falls, but it can be muddy, slippery and dangerous. The “trail” further from the parking lot is less steep than the closer one. Some hikers have strung ropes along the paths, but officials come by every so often and cut them.”
I can attest to the veracity of those sentences. Not far from the falls, past the fence, there was a break in the vegetation, as if someone regularly passed through there. And there it was . . . a trail to the bottom!
Well, “trail” is a bit generous; “a gully carved out by drainage” would be more accurate. And yes, there were ropes.
It was not quite vertical, but let’s just say you had to use a rope, and descend backward, your camera strapped across your chest so that you could use both hands to hold on to the rope. Let’s also say you don’t tell your wife what you are doing because she surely would nix the idea.
Ah, but once down there . . .
Did you notice how from above it looked like two streams, but once at the bottom, and with a better angle, you realize there are three? Well, there are.
Unfortunately, I could not get a better angle on the falls without wading across some water. Mind you, the crossing was not deep, but everything was wet, muddy, and balancing on two feet was difficult enough. To remove my shoes and socks would entail balancing on one leg atop shifting mud or slippery rocks (sitting was out of the question).
Now, someone who shall remain nameless often accuses me of taking chances, risking harm, etc.
The truth is that I, like most people, prefer not to die prematurely, and it never even cross my mind once to do so just for the sake of a photo. Not then, not ever.
I just made a mental note to be better prepared next time I visited the place. I took a couple of more photos . . .
. . . and then strapped the camera across my chest and climbed up the rope, back to the car and a semi-worried spouse.
Unfortunately, we have not been back there since. But someday; someday . . .
There is a SmugMug gallery for these photos. It can be found HERE.
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