“Well I don’t think this trail can get any more wet.”
“You’d be surprised,” he says just as my feet slip. I yelp as I reach out and grab onto his waist, my arms wrapping around him.
“Easy now,” he says, sounding amused.
I swallow hard and take in a deep breath, carefully moving my feet so I’m back upright. “That was close.”
“And if you fall, you fall,” he says. “If anyone gets back up, it’s you.”
There’s a strange tenderness to his voice but I’m not sure if I’m hearing things. My blood is whooshing in my ears pretty loud, my breath erratic. From the exercise, not because I just had a good feel of his abs, abs that felt as firm and hard as the rocks beneath my feet. Abs you wouldn’t mind running your tongue over.
“You’ll just have a permanent stain on your shorts,” Nikki yells over her shoulder. I snap out of it and look around Logan to see Nikki wriggling her tiny butt at us.
I laugh. “Well by the time this is over I’m pretty sure I’ll be covered in mud head to toe. I’m going to look like Rambo or something.”
“Rambo?” Logan asks. He stops suddenly which causes me to nearly run into his back, then he turns around. With a sly smirk on his lips, he reaches out for my face. I stay absolutely still, my breath in my throat, as he runs his cold, sticky thumbs under my eyes. “Now you’re Rambo,” he says rather proudly before turning back around.
I don’t need a mirror to know that he’s just rubbed red mud under my eyes like some tribal war paint. My skin tingles from his touch.
Fuck. That was an oddly intimate moment. I’m not even sure how to process that except give off a soft, albeit awkward laugh.
“Maybe I’ll clean off at the beach, I packed a bathing suit,” I say.
“No,” Logan, Daniel, and Nikki say in emphatic unison. It’s like I’ve just suggested we ride mountain goats on the way back home, clicking coconuts together with our hands.
“The number of people who have died at that beach is…well, you’ll see. There’s a marker,” Logan says.
“Even the stream crossing can be dangerous,” Daniel says from in front of us.
“We have to cross a stream?” I ask, feeling the panic swirl through me. “I nearly died back there on a bunch of wet rocks.”
“I’ll carry you across,” Logan says.
“You fucking better.”
He eyes me over his shoulder, frowning as always, though his eyes are twinkling.
The rest of the trail is a combination of the steep cliffs and stupendous views which I take a picture of every second, and those muddy, slippery switchbacks. It feels like we’ve been hiking forever and it’s not getting any easier. I’m about to complain and ask how much longer we have to go when I see a family with two young children march past us, the kids in goddamn flip-flops!
“Oh my god,” I say, breathless as we round yet another steep bend. “Flip-flops? Here? On the muddy death trail? Let me guess, they’re locals?”
Logan shakes his head. “Locals would rather do this barefoot. Easiest to trust your own toes. Those are tourists and they’re lucky they’ve gotten this far without incident. One wrong step, one slip at some parts, well, you’ve seen it. You’re dead.”
Sweet. I feel so lucky we get to do this whole thing over again on the way back.
“Almost there,” Nikki shouts from up front.
We round yet another bend and finally there’s a glimpse of a rocky beach way down below. In the valley below the mountains, clouds descending over the sharp peaks further inland.
“Are those clouds coming our way?” I ask Logan. Where we are, the sun is strong and hot as hell, turning the ocean a deep azure and making the red dirt glow.
He nods grimly. “They’re moving slowly right now but the weather is unpredictable. I’m afraid we’ll just have to look at the beach, have some water and turn back. Believe me, it’s not a fun hike in the rain.”
“It’s not a fun hike in the sun either,” I tell him.
“Here,” he gestures to a wooden sign that reads:
Hanakapiai Beach Warning!
Do not go near the water
Unseen currents have killed:
And then beneath it there are a bunch of notches marking how many deaths there have been. I’m quick to count at least eighty.
Eighty!
“Holy shit, eighty people have died here!?” I exclaim, looking at Logan.
He shrugs with a sigh and wipes the sweat off his brow. “Not sure how accurate the count is, but it’s a lot.”
“So tell me, why are we going to this beach?”
He gives me a half-smile. “Because it’s fun, Freckles.”
“Fun?”
He turns and starts walking as the trail starts leading downward. “Admit it, you’re having a fucking blast.”
I roll my eyes and hurry after him. The ridge we’re walking on is exposed to the sun, so at least there’s no mud. “Yeah, walking for nearly two hours, covered in mud and sweat, with dangerous cliffs, rocks, and now killer beaches, is a lot of fun.”
“At least you’ve been able to stare at my ass this whole time.”
And just like that my eyes trail downward. Because, yes, I have been staring at his ass when I haven’t been looking over the edge to my imminent doom.
“You wish,” I tell him. “You’re just mad that I had a good idea during the staff meeting.”
He stiffens a bit at that. “You keep having your good ideas and I’ll keep shooting them down.”
“You didn’t shoot the first one down about the seating by the window. And it’s worked.”
“I was just being polite with that one.”
“Yeah right. You being polite for the sake of being polite. Now I’ve heard everything.”
“Are you guys done bickering?” Nikki’s voice comes from down around the bend.
“Have you ever known me to stop bickering?” Logan yells back as we catch up to her and Daniel. “You guys call me the habut for a reason, I have to keep my reputation.” He glances behind at me. “By the way, you can still ride me if you like.”
My skin grows hot and it takes me a moment to realize what he’s talking about. Further down the path, where it finally levels out, is the stream.
It’s pretty wide but it doesn’t look too deep. There are a bunch of people already crossing it, including the family we saw earlier with the kids in flip-flops. They at least have the sense to take off their shoes as they hop across the rocks, while the mother wades into the water, about thigh high. I think that’s going to be my option. If I took either of the rocks, I’d slip and end up in the water anyway, and probably damage my phone.
“This is it,” Logan says.
“I’ll wade across,” I tell him.
He looks across to the woman who has reached the middle of the stream and nods. “If the stream was any higher I’d say no. You’d be surprised at the current. Especially with this wind picking up. Things change fast.”
I look at the water. It doesn’t look anything but inviting and I can see the current with my own eyes—it’s moving steadily but fairly slow, snaking past us until it meets a bunch of rocks at the end and drops down into a few more pools until it finally reaches the beach and spreads out for the ocean and pounding surf.
“I’ll take my chances,” I tell him, determined.
Nikki and Daniel hop across the rocks with ease, balancing only in the middle for a beat or two before arriving on the other side.
Logan is waiting for me.
“Go ahead,” I tell him as I undo my sneakers, taking them off along with my socks.
He grabs the sneakers and socks from me. “I’ll hang onto these.” Then he nods at the water. “I’ll be right behind you.”
I nearly roll my eyes. Nothing is going to happen. Even if I did slip on a rock under the water, I wouldn’t fall down. And even if I fell down, I wouldn’t be swept away in two feet of water.
Yet there’s some sort of reve
rence in Logan’s expression, so I take my time. And the rocks are slippery and hard against the soles of my feet.
But Logan is right behind me the whole way and I can feel him, tense and poised, as he follows me through the water, like he’s prepared to catch me at any moment. I hate to admit it but I kind of like the feeling, like I’m being watched over. Like someone cares.
I make it. It’s not as triumphant as when I finally got up on the surfboard, but it is a relief to know I didn’t make a fool of myself.
Once Logan comes across, walking through the water with ease, we head down toward the beach, a small stretch of sand and rock between two sheer cliffs. I can see why it’s so deadly. The waves are absolutely pounding the shore, scattering the rocks and boulders. The wind is picking up more, sending the sea spray flying.
We find a spot to sit down at the edge of the vegetation. I perch on an uncomfortable rock and bring my quinoa bars and fruit out of the backpack, letting my feet dry before I put my socks and shoes back on.
“Ten minutes, then we’re heading back,” Logan says before he downs a bunch of water. I watch his neck as he swallows until he catches me looking. I quickly avert my eyes back to the shoreline.
There’s a lot of people on the beach and since half the beach is being swallowed up by waves, it feels strangely crowded. Quite a few are down by the shore and few of them are almost swept away from a rogue wave that reached in further than anyone expected. They shriek and run away from the surf playfully, like they have no idea how close they were to being sucked out to sea.
“Holy shit,” I say. “Those people are crazy. Didn’t they see the sign?”
“Ignorance heeds no signs,” Daniel says, trying to retie his hair back into a ponytail, the wind making it difficult. “If they did, we wouldn’t have people dying here all the time. Have you heard of Queen’s Bath? Guide books won’t even post about it because of all the people who die there. People just don’t listen. They think the waves can’t be that big, the current can’t be that strong, that their swimming skills are better than the average person.”
“The other year,” Nikki says between handfuls of granola, “a family was here, just like this. Dad turned his back for a second to get out food and the kids got too close to the shore. The wave swept them out. Bless him, he swam right in the waves after them and got them.”
“They made it out?” I ask.
“Eventually,” Logan says. “They couldn’t get back to shore. See the cliff right there? Around the corner is a small cave. He shoved his kids in there. Saved their lives. Hung onto the edge of the rock walls. The rescue boats came but it took a while—it’s six miles to the nearest harbor. And there’s no signal or reception out here so someone has to run back on the trail all the way to Ke’e Beach to get help. When the boats came, it was too rough and dangerous for them. Finally, two firefighters on one of the boats decided to swim for them. Took forty-five minutes for each person to be rescued. Fucking miracle. And that wasn’t a case of being negligent. It just happened. But those folks over there,” he says, pointing at the people by the water. “Are pushing their luck.” He looks at his watch. “And we might be too. Five more minutes. I thought I heard thunder a few moments ago. Wind is picking up.”
All of us look up to the mountain ranges behind us and the dark clouds that are swooping darker through the valleys. The wind is steadier now, colder and wet.
I finish my bar and dried mangos and slide my shoes on, hypnotized by the violent waves down by the shore, when I hear Logan mutter, “Shit.”
“What?” Daniel asks.
I look over at Logan. He’s staring off at the area where the stream runs across the beach before it’s swallowed up by the ocean. “It’s changed,” he says. “The stream is running brown.”
Just then, someone in the distance yells, “It’s rising, it’s rising, everyone out!” While someone else yells. “Flash flood!”
“Fuck,” Nikki swears as we all quickly get to our feet.
“What’s happening? Flash flood?” I ask with wide eyes.
Logan nods. “We have to hurry. Grab your stuff, we’re running.”
Oh my god. I pick up the backpack and hurry after them as we scamper over the rocks heading back to the stream.
There’s a backlog of people there at the stream’s edge on both sides. The stream is barely recognizable. It’s no longer clear, but brown and growing and seems to be getting higher and wider right in front of my eyes. The rocks people were crossing over earlier are nearly submerged, and people are still trying to cross over them.
“What happens if we can’t cross?” I ask Logan.
“We’re stuck here overnight. Might have to be helicoptered out.”
“Hey they have a rope,” Daniel says pointing to a guy who has tied a long rope around one tree and now is crossing the rocks with it. “He’ll tie it on the other side. You can cross by hanging on.”
“I don’t know,” Logan says warily and just as he does so, the sky opens up and rain starts to fall. “We have to go now if we’re going to go.”
“I’m going,” Daniel says. “Otherwise there’s no bartender for tonight and I’m not giving up the tips.” He makes his way to the swollen banks and grabs onto the rope after the guy has safely used it to cross the water. The rocks are now totally submerged and the water looks to be at least three feet high and moving faster and faster.
“Me too,” Nikki says, going after Daniel.
Logan looks at me. “Get on my back. It will at least save your phone.”
I look down at the stream. Everyone is steadily crossing using the rope. No one is getting a piggy-back ride.
“I’ll keep it in my hat,” I tell him and I quickly take out my phone and slide it in under my baseball cap.
He stares at me, the rain dripping down his face. A few beats pass and I can’t figure out what he’s deciding. Then he nods, once. “Okay. You’re going first, I’ll be behind you.”
“Hurry up!” Daniel yells at us. He’s made it to the other side and is helping Nikki out of the water.
And I’m trying to hurry. I get to the edge and then it’s like I freeze. I can’t see the bottom of the stream, it’s just this swirling, brown, depthless water that’s rushing past me, and even though there’s another woman in front of me using the rope, the water is already at her waist.
You can do it, hold onto the rope, keep your eyes on Daniel, and go, I tell myself.
I grab the rope with shaky hands. It’s thin and slippery and nowhere near as sturdy as I thought. If anything, it’s loosened, creating a dangerous slack.
I look behind me at Logan. He picks up the rope, holding it taught, staring right into me. I can barely tear my eyes away from him to look at the rest of the people on our side of the shore. There’s about a dozen of us and they’re all waiting for me to hurry my fucking ass up and cross.
I take in a deep breath and start walking. The rocks are way more slippery, even though I’m crossing in my sneakers now and not my bare feet, and the current isn’t helping. I can literally feel it pulling at my legs, trying to drag me downstream, and every step I take is a struggle to keep going.
I’m going slow. I know I am. I can’t help it. I’m in the middle of the stream and now the water is at my chest and I’m starting to get that cold panic around my heart, the idea that I might not make it. The rope is starting move away from my fingertips, my arms are tired.
Daniel and Nikki’s faces, as well as the crowd behind them are out of focus, but I’m staring at them with all I have, afraid to look away. Nikki gestures with her hands for me to keep going.
And then someone behind me yells. “Hurry the fuck up, the rest of us have to make it!”
Fuck. That’s all it takes to jar me. I try and hurry but my leg goes to the side, to a hole, and I start falling into the stream, no ground beneath my left foot.
“Veronica!” I hear Logan yell, and then my fingers can’t hold on and I’m slipping.
It ha
ppens in a second.
I fall in with a splash. The water holds me, pulls me down, it’s up to my neck, I’m swept away in a dizzying circle, the world around me swirling into a blur as I’m rushed downstream in a cold whirlpool.
I’m going to die.
My back slams against a rock and I try and turn around to grab onto it, but my hands slip and then I’m bounced around again, the water rising over my head. I forget about my phone, forget about looking like a fool, I forget about everything except the fact that I’m going to die, swept out to sea.
I go over the edge of the waterfall and slam into a pool below, my body slapping into the rocks at the bottom before I’m raised above it by the current and pulled away again. I try and keep my head above the water but all I hear is the current in my ears, the pounding of my heart, all I see is brown water and bubbles and blue sky, until I’m turned around again and I see the pounding waves. The ocean is another drop away, waiting for me. Once I go over the edge of this pool and I’m swept out there, I know I won’t have it in me to fight. The waves will obliterate me.
But I have some strength left now.
As my side hits another rock, I reach out and grab it, using my legs to push off through the current until both arms are over the rock and I’m hugging it close to me, holding onto it for dear life as the current tries to rip me away.
“Help,” I try to yell but my voice is so weak, buried by the roaring waves and white water.
But I think I can hear something else above it. A muffled voice. A panicked voice.
Logan’s voice.
“Veronica!” he yells, and at that moment I realize how silly I’ve been to be mad at him for never calling me Ronnie. How dumb and trivial that was, how dumb and trivial everything was, my whole feud with him over Juliet. What was their business was their business, not mine. I’m going to die now and nothing else really mattered all this time.
“Veronica!” he yells again, closer now, and I manage to raise my head and see him scrambling over the rocks near the edge. I want to yell at him, to tell him to stay where he is, that he’ll be swept away too but I can’t. I can barely hold on.