Hiking up the mountain of Makua I felt like my ancestors were with me. At times I would slip and fall but it felt like their was someone their to help me up and to guide me through the rough patch. While hiking up I thought about how the Hawaiian’s did it way back ago. How they managed to do it in an everyday life, because that hour half for me was rough. Although, I was grateful to have made it up the mountain. With the wind blowing hard and the sun beaming down it was still a good hike. Next time I’m going to hike all the way up to the cave and look down at where I come from, waving my Hawaiian flag for the the Hawaiians and our beautiful land.