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and the only way through was to work along the edge or jump from root 
to root. We went a couple of miles of this still following the telephone 
poles. We were expeeted to come upon a cabin as described by King and 
were really amazed people would come through this God forsaken place. 
There were practically no birds around and soon we were Just hiking to 
find out where the telephone wires led. We found out. We came to an 
abrupt precipice where the telephone line and poles just plunged over 
down into the valley below. And way below was a dirt road. Well, we 
had no intention of going down that Jung led slope and decided our 
journey was at an end. It was cold and damp and I was lucky I had 
brought my sweatshirt. After eating lunch we headed back collecting 
plants for Bob Bongas we went. At one place over the trundra a 
Short-eared Owl flew over. Several Apapane ■were about, but that’s 
about all the birds there were. If this were Alakai Swamp, it's a lousy 
place to go for anything, but plants. We worked our way back, and 
going down to the stream Larry finally shot an Elapaio. We headed 
swiftly back as we were really bored. Larry finally threw his homemade 
slingshot away. When we got back to the car we were both thoroughly 
filthy and grimy from sloshing through that swamp. Driving out, we 
passed several people walking up in bathing suits. We inquired where the 
swimming was and then turned around and went bakk down to go to the dam. 
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But when we had gotten down a short ways it started raining fairly hard 
so we decided to get out before we got caught again. Once out on 
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Route $5 I drove down to the base in much more a conservative manner than 
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Larry. We stopped by the canal where we had seen the Cinese Thrush 
