Hungry for adventure, Sam and I decide to hike to Kaena Point, the most westward point on Oahu.

The trail begins as a dirt road, then quickly becomes a hiking trail.

Mysterious man-made structures. We wish my sister could be here and give us some official archeological input. She'd probably tell us it has no historical significance and it's not worth blogging about.

Sam, leading the expedition.

Jake, bringing up the rear.

Lots of rocks, arches, and weeds.

A very loud and unexpected blowhole. It scares the willies out of us.

Sam contemplates how to traverse the washed-out trail.

Success is ours. We arrive at Kaena Point unscathed.

We look back two miles and see how far we've come.

The tip of Kaena Point. The swells from the right come from Alaska. From the left, New Zealand. We feel very important and international.

As legend goes, one of those rocks was placed there by the God Kauai. God Kauai wanted to pull Oahu and Kauai closer together, so he threw a hook from this point to the Kuauian island. The Kauaian island was too stuborn and didnt budge. God Kauai tugged harder and broke off one of those rocks.

Sam, demonstrating the proper technique for walking on lava rocks.

Jake, checking out his new (and unhappy) haircut in the camera lens.

We really like Kaena Point. The white-to-black-rock dramatic scenery is pretty cool. We were hoping to see some turtles and/or seals, but no luck. Maybe next time.