The Circumnavigator


Part 4:
Hollow Mountains



"Spend some time in these parts, there's a lot to see."
--The elderly man in the cafe



The ancient Hawaiians placed the bodies of their deceased royalty deep within the caverns which permeate the island. Many of these sacred tombs lie undisturbed even today.

I had some information that a cave near the shore had flooded creating an underground lake that stretched on, winding deep below the island. I had determined what I believed to be the exact coordinates of the cave's entrance, but as I approached the surrounding region I realized I had no way of knowing how to access the area without running afoul of the island's notoriously enforced trespassing laws. Determined however, to pursue the mystery I pulled my bike into a space by a small cafe at the edge of town. Purchasing a few pieces of the local fruit I carefully inquired about shoreline access nearby.

After some discussion I was lead to an elderly man in the rear of the cafe. After describing the general area the object of my interest lay in he asked to see my map. After producing this document he noted a dozen or so places around the island that I should visit, secret beaches that could only be accessed at the right time of day, hidden campsites, and shortcuts, all leaving out the place I had described. Cautiously I broached the topic a second time.

We went back and forth and I was forced to get more specific about the area I was interested in to entice him to reveal clues. Finally as I was considering giving up and cursing once again my lack of preparation he leaned back and stared at me through thick lenses and watery eyes.


"[withheld] road used to go out there, barely a path left anymore. You'll never make it on that bike."
I thanked him and hurried out. I had what I needed!

The road he mentioned had at one time gone all the way from town to the shore, several miles away. In the last two decades the county had decided to cease maintenance over a large portion of the path and allowed the vegetation to take back the pavement. I rode my back to the dead end street he had mentioned. After a moment of searching I found evidence that the pavement had once penetrated further into the thick brush than it now appeared to. Carefully hiding my bicycle in the tall grass and packing a bag I set off down another lost but not quite forgotten pathway.












Making my way through the tall grass and brush obscuring the old roads out of town.

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-2016-
bayou goula towhead

-2015-
the sea test

-2014-
the circumnavigator pt5
the circumnavigator pt4
the circumnavigator pt3
the circumnavigator pt2
the circumnavigator pt1
falling dream
the darkness
one hell of a mile 3&4
he will return
the believers
the horror pt2
the horror pt1
traces
death valley
whiteout

-2013-
paradise of outlaws
the mountain climbers 1&2
brought to surface
one hell of a mile 3
primordial
the lost world
inner gorge
a ghost story
the riddle
slaying the minotaur
heart of darkness
bayou
public lands
organ music
two sought adventure
the virgin river
the road north
preparations

-2012-
steal the world
the end of the world
el dorado
the valley of the kings 2
the valley of the kings 1
one hell of a mile 2
one hell of a mile 1
the mountain climbers rr4
heroes rr3
rainy roadtrip 2
rainy roadtrip 1
the transgression
sandstorm
sinister 2
sinister 1
dehydrated
anatomy
sleepwalking
new chapter

-2011-
like sedona?
torn in two
blink
bridge to nowhere
the door
hitting the wall
elusive 2
elusive 1
harquahala
hole
pick up lines

-2010-
revisited 2
revisited 1
which way?
lost mines
chute
monolith
freeze
slice
in their footsteps
a dance with death


-2009-
goodbyes
undercurrents
casting the bones
mountain thief
the deer hunter
strange temple
sanctuary
burial pt. 3
burial pt. 2
burial pt. 1
the apparition
return to hell
forsaken
the lower depths
underground lake
stretch sewer
the hidden lab
shadow movements
meager rations
sw8: the conclusion
sw7: lost gold mines
sw6: the big tubes
sw5: gold!
sw4: el calderon
sw3: redondo
sw2: ghosts
sw1: westward bound
leviathan
formaldehyde dreams
the underdark
in the beginning





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