Adam Fox near his target summit in Hawaii.

Not too many places on Earth can you start the day surfing and end on top of a snow-covered volcano at 13,803 feet.

The “big island’s” Mauna Kea mountain, if measured from its base at the bottom of the ocean, would be taller than Mt. Everest.

Adam Fox mug shot

When I attempted the climb in February of 2017, the mountain was draped in controversy, as another telescope was set to be built towards the top. The summit of Mauna Kea was sacred land to the native Hawaiians. Many people could relate. Who would want a telescope built in the middle of their church?

Two things were going to suck about the hike to the top: one, I wasn’t acclimated at all coming from flat Ohio and being at the beach days before, and two, my blood wasn’t adjusted for the cold.

Luckily, eruptions weren’t going to be an issue, as Mauna Kea “erupted most recently between about 6,000 and 4,500 years ago,” according to

Days earlier, my family and I landed in Hilo (I made a deal that if they went with me to the frozen great white north, I’d take them to Hawaii) to glass-free and screenless window panes.

The dramatic change to lush vegetation instantly smacked you in the face. You ever stare at a Banyan tree that in girth and width rivals a Redwood? All the fruit of my Ohio grocery store — you could see their origin, dangling from the palms above you.

From Hilo, we drove the rented white Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Sport south and stopped at Volcano National Park, which was interesting from a historical and geological perspective. If you wanted to see lava flow, however, you had to hike or rent bikes to traverse the flowing, glowing red fields.

Lava rivers mostly run underground and switch constantly, so while it moves slowly enough that there is no immediate danger from an evacuation standpoint, you need to think about your lungs. Is it a good idea to take young children into charcoal air laced with sulfuric acid?

An older gentleman would later tell me, “There’s nothing harmful in volcano smoke; I’ve been breathing it my whole life.”

Volcano Inside a CraterKilauea Caldera volcano inside of the Halena’uma’u crater

After the volcanoes, we drove down to the southern most tip of the United States. You ain’t got nutin’, Florida! Well, except for the fountain of youth.

When you hit the sea, there is an option to go west, along a 4×4-only rocky/dirty/exposed/sandy trail for 3 miles. It led to one of only four green sand beaches in the entire world. After going for like a minute, I was like, this road is too rough, I don’t have the off-road experience, my family is with me, better turn around. Pulling to the side, a gray jeep passed me and a female head popped out of the driver’s side window.

“You trying to go to Green Sand Beach?” she asked.

“Yes, but I’m too scared and don’t know the road,” I said.

“Follow me; we are going there and you can drive behind us,” she said, confidently.

Screw it, if some local that knew the route was going to help me actualize paradise, then it’s fate, and I can’t fight fate, sorry Sarah Connor.

My cellmate was not a fan of the uncertainty — she wondered if the car would break, if there would be rental car damages to pay, if we would be stranded, if we would wreck and possibly hurt ourselves beyond a scrape.

It’s hard to describe how amazingly easy our Jeeps conquered giant rocks, dips in terrain where only one of the three tires would sink, yet still leaving the cab level.

Oh no, that is too steep on one side, I thought numerous times, we might flip — only to be shown the definition of smooth, independent suspension with tires working flawlessly without the use of each other. Now I understand “Jeep Heads.” Any terrain could be killed by your vehicle. (Hiking will always be superior, but why not off-road to a trailhead or to the start of a new route?)

Can’t thank our guides enough for pushing us, stopping to put a thumb out the window to ensure we were good and for some awesome video they would send weeks later. Also, with a bit of irony, we learned that they in fact weren’t locals, but fellow tourists from Washington.

The parking area was above Green Sand Beach, so when you got out, you were looking down at paradise from a cliff edge. This shell-rock cove of pale green sand, perfectly hidden below, featured fast breaking waves close to shore as the tide was coming in. We hiked down, swam, played, got re-accustomed to the power of the current and how you could be standing with your ankles in the water, and a second later, your waist.

Green Sand Beach Parking AreaLooking Down at Green Sand Beach

Later that evening, we finally arrived at our condo in Kona. Of course it was gorgeous, but it was crowded and full of shops selling all the nonsense you will never need: starfish smelling of rotten bacteria, real life pictures with parrots whose clipped wings were the antithesis of the free and ever-flowing ocean behind them, necklaces/trinkets/souvenirs made from real lava, remade artifacts illuminating all the stereotypical native things we mainlanders have come to expect — coconut bras, grass skirts, leis, t-shirts with catchy slogans above images of this coast or beach and how you’d care more if you weren’t totally engrossed in paradise, just ask your shirt!

Hypocritically, I ordered a Hawaiian shave ice and it was superb, especially how they put a scope of Lava Flow (strawberry and pina colada) ice cream in the middle of my root beer/cotton candy/banana shave ice. You don’t appreciate my flavor combo? You sound like my cellmate, but I don’t blame you — wasn’t that good.

Kona by MoonlightKona by Moonlight from our Lanai

Spent some days at Mauna Kea Beach and Hapuna Beach State Park — the two best white sand beaches on the island. Kids loved it. I found myself becoming more and more bored. I know, I know, I sound like a spoiled, petulant beach elitist. The waves were massively amazing, as they are in the Hawaiian winter, but aren’t all white sand beaches essentially the same?

Wonderful, yes, yes, yes, and I do love the ocean. But the event is basically repeated no matter if you are in Ft. Lauderdale, San Diego or the south of France — I’ve been to all three — and you swim or sit on sand and that’s it. Again, it is a great experience, but it is so limiting.

Green Sand Beach felt like I was involved with the ocean on an entirely different level. Plus, the traditional sand beaches in Hawaii are full of rich white people, which can be the grossest breed.

On the morning of Day 4, we departed Kona forever, stopping at Kaloko-Honokohau National Historical Park to play and swim with sea turtles. Off the coast and into the high northern mountains, where we saw a familiar site — farms. Who knew that cattle was big business on the Big Island?

The elevation changed by a few thousand feet, and after the hills and turns and cows that seemed to defy gravity, goat-like, on the side of greened-over volcanoes, we made it to the cliffs overlooking the Waipi’o Valley. One of the most amazing views I’ve witnessed, movie or otherwise.

Coastal cliffs with waterfalls spilling down their throats, a clear view of Maui off in the distance and not a single neighbor to see. Isolation in paradise — “it’s got what plants crave!”

View of Waipi'o ValleyOur Front Porch View of the Waipi’o Valley

That evening I had a nightmare. It was the second-to-last day of the Hawaii trip, and I had yet to hike Mauna Kea! I was out of time. I woke up at 4 a.m. and immediately packed: headlamp, first aid, sunscreen, shades, water purifying tabs, warm up pants, wind and water proof shell bottom and top, running shoes, wool socks, trail map, watch, water, snacks and two more top layers.

The moon was still out (robbing me of star gazing!) when I left at 4:30 a.m., family still asleep. It took me about an hour and a half to turn onto Saddle Road and make my way up to the visitor’s center. The orange line on the horizon was telling me dawn was around the corner, so I needed to get moving if I wanted to see the sunrise.

The black volcanic rock provided a different hue than what my feet were used to trampling over and the boulder hopping was not fun. The worst was the fact that because of the observatories, there was a maintained, plowed, curving road to the top in winter, so I would occasionally catch the headlights of tour buses charting people to the top.

This must be Everest, I thought. The Asian tourists were in full down orange mountaineering jumpsuits. They were ready for -60F with insane wind. But it was only 30F near the summit of Mauna Kea, at the top of Hawaii. Windy, yes, but about as far from Everest conditions as you could get

The final cone below the summit was all hard, packed-down snow, ice-like. Luckily, it wasn’t steep, but it wasn’t for running shoes, that’s for sure. Slow and cautious was my approach, not wanting to slide back down. More fearful of making it on Japan’s Funniest Home Videos than an actual injury.

The sun was already up, but the sky was still set in orange and black contrast. I did a little Facebook live of the view, paid my respects to the mountain, thanked the Hawaiian gods and headed back down. Sad how quickly my endurance had dropped since climbing Granite Peak last summer. When I got back to the house, the family was just finishing breakfast and we still had time for the Waipi’o Valley.

Mauna Kea Sunrise Just Below Mauna Kea Summit

There’s a couple of ways you could get down to the Waipio’o Valley to experience jungles, streams leading into the ocean and a secluded black sand beach with mountain columns forming its beginning and end.

One, hike down the Valley Road, which is extremely dangerous as it is basically a one-lane road, so you have to dodge cars. But there’s nowhere to go, cliff drop off on one side, mountain wall on the other. Two, you can drive down the steepest road in America. Well, technically, it can’t be called a road, but if it were, it would be labeled as such with a 42% grade.

Foolishly, I didn’t put the Jeep in 4 Low, just used the slapstick to put ‘er in first and relied on the brakes. You had to yield to oncoming traffic coming up, as once you started up, you didn’t want to have to slow down for fear of sliding and flipping backward. Our windows down, smelling the brake pads that had been worn to dust.

Since our rental house was right beside the Valley Road, we were first ones descending and had the black sand beach all to ourselves, as the steam rolled out of the jungle behind us with the temperatures rising, eventually evaporating out over the Pacific Ocean.

Black Sand Beach, Waipi'o ValleyMy Son and I Alone at Black Sand Beach, Waipi’o Valley

Green Sand and Black Sand beaches were the highlights of the trip. The isolation, geology, like nothing I’d ever seen, the JRR Tolkien-esque landscapes. I could live down in that valley, forever. It’s called the Valley of the Kings, because it was the old stomping ground of many rulers and the great Hawaiian king, Kamehameha.

As the story goes, when he was born, he had to be hidden from the current king, as he was the destined to take the thrown. They hid Kamehameha in the Waipi’o Valley until he was a teen. And when he emerged, he was a total badass.

Rolled the King’s Stone up a massive hill, moved the Naha Stone (which is located outside the public library in Hilo — I tried to move it to no avail), excelled in combat and in leadership. Kamehameha would later be the first to unite all the islands of Hawaii into one state. I long to live a life like King Kamehameha’s.

Original King Kamehameha Statue King Kamehameha Statue, Once Lost at Sea, Now in his Kohala Hometown

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