Kalopa Park

I always wondered where the mysterious Kalopa Park sign led. We pass it about an hour and a half north, going around the island toward Honoka'a. As it turns out, it brought us from the sunny panoramic ocean view to a chilly and foggy world climbing over 2000 feet and ending in old growth forest. YB and Elijah struggled to light a fire, cook some half frozen meat and brew undrinkable coffee. Arah and I are glad we don't have to depend on them to survive in the wilderness.