We backtracked a few miles from the Waimea Canyon Lookout to our first hike of the day, the Canyon Trail to Waipoo Falls, which is just over three miles. As usual the skies were threatening to spill over on us an did so a number of times in short bursts. Visibility waxed and waned as the fog swirled around the canyon at the wind’s whims.
After walking down a long access road, the trail meandered through a wooded area and past this stream which seemingly disappeared into a natural underground cave.
Where tropical flowers beaded with water from the recent rains.
Sarah still dry on the trail.
Wild blackberries were all around.
The canyon was still only barely visible.
We took a short detour to a cliff lookout, where the fog made it even more difficulty to see anything.
Though we could now see into the canyon bottom.
And mountain goasts grazed on hilltops.
Sarah rests by a giant boulder that resembled a frog.
The clifftop path thoughtfully had wooden steps so we wouldn’t tumble over the side to certain death.
The last downward turn before the falls.
I though this rock formation across the canyon was pretty interesting.
Finally we arived at the Upper Waipoo Falls.