It had been several years since I had hiked Kuliouou Ridge and in the spirit of hiking more of Oahu’s trails on a regular basis in preparation to take on Kauai’s 11-mile trail into the stunning Kalalau Valley, I went back. Plus, I wanted to revisit the amazing views at the top of the 5-mile […]
Nuuanu Valley is rich with Hawaiian history, known for agrarian roots, and at the valley head, the Nuuanu Pali, the site of one of Hawaii’s bloodiest battles during which Kamehameha I conquered Oahu during the Battle of Nuuanu. The valley also boasts a network of trails. One such hike is the Judd Memorial Trail, also
Four ingredients. That’s all you’ll ever find in every five-ounce bottle of Adoboloco hot sauce. Kosher apple cider vinegar. Hawaiian sea salt. Garlic. And one of several organic pepper varieties—habañero, ghost, jalapeño and Hawaiian chili pepper, among them—Tim Parsons procures locally or grows on his small Kihei farm. No xanthan gum here. (Take that, Tapatio and
First off, apologies from this longtime city dweller to anyone raised or currently living on a farm with livestock. Up until now, I’d never held a fuzzy, month-old baby goat as he eagerly slurped milk from a baby bottle. Up until this afternoon, I’d never cuddled a chicken named Akachan (“baby” in Japanese) as she
Stanley Matsumoto is a one-flavor kind of shave-ice guy. “Typical old style,” he says, with a light chuckle, proclaiming strawberry his favorite. Favorite, that is, unless it’s really hot outside in Haleiwa, or he just finished mowing his lawn. Then the flavor’s definitely orange. Matsumoto—everyone calls him Stan, and I will, too—is the owner of
Splat! Drops of aromatic pineapple juice land on my notebook in the middle of a chat with Anthony LaBua-Keiser, owner of Maui Preserved. We’re standing in the kitchen of the company’s Upcountry Maui cannery, as part-timer Gerit Williams individually cores 90 Maui-grown pineapples with an industrial pineapple corer nearby. “Sorry,” says Williams. “That was a
There I stood, hugging a rudraksha tree. Hugging it like it was one of my parents. And I wasn’t the only one. Several visitors from the mainland U.S. and a local horticulturalist were doing the same—all of us, for the moment, literal tree-huggers. A few hours at Kauai Aadheenam, tucked amid the breathtaking verdure straddling
Bozo Pualoa III leads me deeper into Kahana, a remarkably untouched, 5,300-acre ahupuaa (early Hawaiian mountain-to-sea land division) on Oahu’s verdant windward coast. More than 25 miles and thousands of residents removed from the cacophony of Honolulu, Ahupuaa o Kahana is a popular hiking spot, but today we’re blazing our own trail through its valley
