Missed part I and part II?
a flooded tent,
a late start,
cliffs of death,
a wild boar,
the valley of tears,
and the worst blisters of my life,
WE MADE IT.
I practically crawled the last mile to our little secluded camp site and watched as the fiance got everything set up and ready.
Walking was practically impossible, but I somehow managed to make it to the waterfall just a short distance from our tent to shower.
I was pooped.
After eating some of my favorite freeze-dried mac n cheese (seriously, best stuff ever), the fiance and I fell asleep.
For the first time in 3 nights, I actually slept. It was glorious.
The next morning I had to address my wounds.
If I was ever going to make the hike back, the popped blisters covering my toes needed to start healing- and fast!
These were the most excruciatingly painful blisters I had ever had.
I will never again take my feet for granted.
Without happy feet, mobility is miserable. And it was.
I have learned that I have the most sensitive and blister-prone feet in the world. No matter what I do, I always get blisters while hiking.
Mole skin, wool socks, proper shoes- it doesn’t matter. I will still get blisters.
Any experts out there have any advice?
Painful wounds aside,
this place- this beach- was unbelievable.
Aside from a few other people, the fiance and I were the only people on this beach.
We really had this small slice of paradise all to ourselves.
After a few days relaxing and recovering, we decided to head back.
The fiance could live on that beach forever- but I couldn’t.
I needed a hotel and a warm shower.
But, most of all, I needed a cheeseburger.
So, we packed up our stuff and started the journey back.
This time, we wanted to make the trip in one day.
We were on our way by 6am.
Although we did not encounter any boars or malfunctioning headlamps, my feet were screaming the entire way.
On top of the blisters I already had, I was forming new ones.
I’m still amazed I made it out without breaking my leg.
I cried a lot.
Actually, I cried almost the entire time.
The fiance, on the other hand, was completely in his element.
Thankfully, despite my crying and complaining and bitching, he supported me every minute of the journey back.
His patience throughout this entire trip still continues to amaze me.
So, fiance of mine, thank you.
I couldn’t have done it without you.
|yes. those are the cliffs.|
|i fell on my butt a lot.|
The last half mile the fiance had to carry my bag- again.
He was such a trooper.
But, so was I.
We made it back alive.
And I got my cheeseburger.
Our last three days in Kauai were spent relaxing and recovering.
I walked away from this little adventure more in love with this man than I ever thought possible. He pushed me to challenge myself in a way I would have never done on my own.
He helped make me a stronger individual-
and became my favorite travel buddy.
One day, we’ll go back.
This time, better prepared.