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Lāna‘i’s pineapple union workers strike and make history in 1951 Part I of a series LanaVOLUME 12, ISSUE 4 - NEWS FOR 'i AND ABOUT THEToday RESIDENTS OF LĀ NA'I - MARCH 2020 Adventure Park: Journey to self-discovery lies outside the comfort zone By Nelinia Cabiles I don’t know what I’m seeking when I operating officer of Synergo, describing sign up, with friends, for the Challenge the experience as “a moment outside of Course at Synergo’s Adventure Park, set in daily life and set routines, where, because an old grove of Cook Pine trees on Lāna‘i, it’s a controlled setting, one can take one Sunday in February. I’m not after on challenges and risks.” And it’s clear thrills, although there is plenty promised that trust is at play here – trust in the on the forty-foot high Junkyard, construct- equipment, trust that your boundaries are ed with heavy netting and wooden bars, honored, trust that your team will not fail and ropes thicker than my arms. Nor am you. Trust is the first question we ask as I looking to overcome a fear of heights. A we get harnessed and helmeted and on few things give me anxiety – global warm- belay: “Can I trust you?” ing, ingrates, unkindness – but being high Testing equipment and ropes, tying infin- in the air is not one of them. ity knots in those ropes, are among the AP’s But I am looking for more, a feeling I many safety measures. Staff each spend cannot articulate. It beats the strongest an hour and a half a day inspecting cables during mountain ultramarathons or in the and lines, harnesses, braking systems. first seconds of air on cannonball dives into The Challenge Course, Adventure Tower, the ocean when I was young. The feeling the Zipline, the Kids’ Tower, and e-bikes: does not come to me on the Junkyard. But Nothing is left unchecked. While safety is watching my friends climb, each engrossed paramount at the Adventure Park, which is in her private journey, is exhilarating open to the community – residents are en- enough that I am fine letting the feeling couraged to walk around its sprawling cam- The two-storied Adventure Tower. remain elusive and nameless. Some feelings pus any time – so is the goal for participants are like the tail ends of dreams: they start to to be just outside of the comfort zone, that Ayla goes first. She disappear the harder I try to fix them into delicate balance between thrill and fear, the silently names her goal, place. I’m with Nina and Mei Lani and Ayla new and familiar, between daring impulse counts down, and makes on a beautiful day in an adventure park de- and solemn retreat. her leap. We are rapt, as signed to bring out, through deep reflection, The familiar is where most of us live. she is airborne. We pull feelings that are concrete, feelings I can We construct and hew to routines so the rope taut, and there she describe: boundaries; discomfort; safety; ingrained, they become second nature; we is, radiant with happiness, awareness; discovery. do not give them much thought. We can hanging from the bar. “Any of the challenges force you to be move through our day on automatic pilot, Nina and Mei Lani de- fully present,” says Kyle Bruser, chief hardly mindful of what we are doing or cline, so I go next. I adjust where we are going. But it is the unknown the ropes and place the bar and the unfamiliar that holds tremen- about twenty-five feet away, This Month dous power and self- discovery, which is a distance far enough across what septuagenarian Jose Racadio, on an from me, that to grab hold, outing with fellow seniors, experienced I will need a running start, Page 10 on the Zipline. Swinging high in the air in an explosive leap into space, Community Gardens a harness, he realized there was nothing the athleticism of a leopard, to fear: “I saw the trees, the sky. It was and crazy, dumb luck. so beautiful. Wow! I open my arms.” En- I do not expect to reach “Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out tranced, Racadio decided to ride a second the bar. My goal is aspira- how far one can go.” T.S. Eliot time. Says Eric Hamblen, AP’s assistant tional and I’ve made sure program manager, “he started the Zipline the odds are not in my favor. at 79 and came back up 19 years old.” The platform is as large as a desk. No The journey on a challenge, including running start there. Whatever propulsive the Leap of Faith, the Cat Walk, the High force I can generate needs to come from Vee, an apparatus that requires two equal a standing broad jump, the meager height Page 11 forces of equal commitment, yours and of which I had nailed, in the zenith of your partner’s, pushing against each other my girlhood about a hundred years ago, LAPAPage "Frozen 17 Jr." to inch along thirty feet of cable that gets at just shy of nine feet. That still leaves EasterPage Egg 15 Hunt progressively wider the farther you go, is much daylight between me and the bar. inward. “It’s a deep connection to your I decline, when Eric asks, if I want to group or partner, a connection to self,” share my goal, for it came to me like a gift Bruser says. as I stood on the platform, and it feels too The set-up in the Leap of Faith is new and improbable a dream to say out simple: a platform, iron rungs on a tree, loud. I contemplate the bar and a stillness ropes, and, dangling on a rope thirty-five comes over me. My entire world narrows feet in the air between two trees, a tra- to that goal. The bar becomes the rest of peze bar. my life: hope, longing, joy, truth. Time “The bar represents a goal in life. You both slows and expands. It’s as if I can hear decide the distance between you and the trees and grass and birds breathing On the platform of the Leap of Faith. the goal. There’s the goal you can easily -- a faint music that is rising around me. Page 20 reach and the goal you’re likely to reach, I swing my arms and leap into the wild Lāna'i at work and play but with effort. Then there’s the aspira- air. Every cell in my body is straining and tional goal, the one you might spend your pushing and reaching for the bar. I can whole life trying to reach,” says Ham- feel everything. And in that split second of blen, whose background in experiential flight, I feel so awake, so intensely alive, education, that which believes fusing that I know I am part of the flow and music direct experience with inner reflection that’s in the old forest, that’s in the world, helps learners deepen knowledge, clarify and I realize that this is the feeling that I values, and sharpen skills, also mirrors have been seeking all of my life. the philosophy of the AP, which aims to Adventure Park now offers all Lāna’i craft an experience of self-discovery and residents discounts on its offerings. meaning. “Our goal is to provide a space Please call (808) 563-0096 for more for people to experience something mean- information or visit them on the web: ingful,” Hamblen says. LanaiAdventurePark.com. Catching air on the Zipline. Permit No. 4 No. Permit Lanai ,HI 96763 ,HI Lanai Lanai HI 96763 HI Lanai Lanai City, HI 96763 HI City, Lanai Boxholder P. O. Box 630008 Box O. P. 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I have exactly eighteen across the parking lot Ahava Lāna‘i 11 563-0285 I minutes before the second whistle of the morn- and through the open- ing, eighteen minutes before the pineapple trucks ing in the labor yard’s Alcoholics/Narcotics Anonymous 19 760-419-0785 loaded with gangs of pineapple pickers and lunas, wall of corrugated tin, Anny Heid 10 269-0496 off-island summer seasonal workers, too, rumble weaving through knots down Lāna‘i Avenue to numbered fields 5513 of workers, and there, Bart Baldwin – Realtor RS 75316 15 649-0644 Baker, 5420 Charlie, 5330 Abel, and scatter to there is my gang, my all directions Delta, Epsilon, and beyond, to the friends and my luna Blue Ginger Cafe 13 565-6363 vanishing points of the island. – hurry hurry, do not Where are my arm guards, my mesh goggles, be late for them! My Café 565 17 565-6622 my kaukau tin? 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