"Mountains are as foreign to me as snow would be to a native islander. When I saw the mist hugging the mountain peeks carved and patted in greens shrubs and trees, it really blew me away. It looked so strong. It felt immovable. Stable. I felt like it knew something I didn't. An eternal secret. Something divine."
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I will never forget when we climbed the side of the mountain called the Diamond Crater Trail. It wasn't an easy hike especially since all Tina and I have been doing were: floating in the ocean, laying on the sand, and stuffing our faces with fish tacos and ahi tuna. The first five minutes up the trail was the most difficult and our minds were relentless on the idea of going back and giving up. But after we got over that hump, a natural high took over us. We were going to climb this mountain and make it our bitch. "Don't think about it," was individually chanting in our heads. Give way to the heart, if you will. Pit stops reminded us why we were climbing - for this once in a lifetime view. The tunnel was a fun little surprise, meanwhile Tina was hyperventilating. A lot of trust was needed. Once we got out of the tunnel and climbed up another 70 steps, we reached the top. And my god, all the sweat was worth it. I felt like I could scale another mountain. Or I could just stay in that moment forever.
I was at the very top. The earth was below my ankles, resting on my feet. You could see the homes on the island, like little monopoly houses. Towards the water, you can see where the shallow and the deep sections parted through the clear water. And beyond that were more mountains ready to be climbed or simply admired from afar. As I am typing, I can see myself there again. I can feel the sweat in my back, smell the sea salt, and hear the waves.
O'ahu is this magnificent island surrounded by water. The ocean around them is picturesque. Yet, I do have to say that it is the mountains that really left an impact on me. I realized that I wasn't exposed to mountains growing up. I've only lived in the East Coast and have never even stepped foot on a ski resort. Mountains are as foreign to me as snow would be to a native islander. When I saw the mist hugging the mountain peeks carved and patted in greens shrubs and trees, it really blew me away. It looked so strong. It felt immovable. Stable. I felt like it knew something I didn't. An eternal secret. Something divine.
That's why I left with the mountains on my finger.