Hey everyone! So I'm still getting settled here in Utah, my skin is dry, allergies are at DEFCON 10, and a 5 pack chapstick bundle was immediately purchased upon arrival, but I'm surviving. I'm now moved into a house in South Salt Lake and I'm slowly getting everything unpacked and organized. I want to once again thank everyone who has followed this blog, I really appreciate everyone's interest and feedback. Life is all about experience and sharing those with others is a great feeling.
I also want to remind everyone that I will continue to blog about everything and anything that comes my way, however I don't feel it would be appropriate to do that under the "Hawaiian Jace" name. So as you may already know i'm retiring this particular blog, but I have transferred it over to a new blog under the name "Taste Of Jace". This is where all my new content will go up. So please feel free to bookmark that page, and click the follow link so you can be notified when new posts go up! So click here to do so :)
Again, thanks everyone for being so awesome, and I hope I can continue to deliver content that you will all find interesting!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
If Life is a book, this was a Chapter.
As some of you may already know, my time here in Hawaii is coming to an end. At least this particular trip anyway. It's strange to think I have been here for 3 months now, and stranger how quickly it has went by. My untimely arrival came just weeks after my friend Devin Graham asked if I could edit a documentary film he was working on, telling the story of a local photographer Jon Mozo who was killed while photographing waves in the ocean. Little did I know how much of a positive effect taking this job would have on me.
The life of Jon Mozo is one that is without a doubt worth sharing. As I learned more about his life I began to realize how much love and kindness he showed to all of those around him. Not only that but here we are 6 years after his death and yet he is still impacting people that he never even knew. People like me. I feel like I have learned from Jon. Almost as if I knew him. The things I have learned from how he lived his life will have a wonderful impact on mine for years to come. I could easily write thousands of words about his life, but I would not do him justice. I do know that Devin has worked very hard acquiring many interviews and lots of footage, and I will work hard editing the story together in hopes that it will give even a glimpse of the incredible life Jon Mozo lived.
I have been blessed to spend time with his wonderful family. His wife Nikki, brother Carlos and his four children are bright extensions of Jon. They have been so kind to me from the first day I arrived. I am lucky to have had the opportunity to get to know this family. Although I am leaving now, I know that I will be back. Not just because I want to see this beautiful island again, but because I know I will miss the Mozo family, and look forward to spending time with them again in the future.
The most important part of life is the people we share it with. Everything else is simply for survival. The money we make, the possessions we own, that status we acquire really means nothing in the end. Our journey from birth to death is all about who we experience it with. Choose wisely and keep an open mind, because we only get one shot.
I am excited to return home and see my family again. They have been so much help and offered a tremendous amount of support, not just during this experience but my entire life. I'm lucky to have such amazing parents who have always been incredible examples, teaching me to be a hard working, loving human being. Also, a Brother who toughened me up as a kid, and has become a great friend during the transition to adulthood. I've always been lucky to be surrounded by such good friends. Friends willing to reach out and help me in times of need, friends who I can only hope to emulate one day. I can't possibly say enough about them.
So as the final words are written in this chapter I can't help but be excited for what comes next. Thanks to everyone who has followed along as I have blogged my experience here in Hawaii. I want you all to know that I am going to continue posting articles on another blog called "Taste Of Jace". I have a lot of cool things around the corner so if you have enjoyed following this, then I suggest you follow that one as well!
Here is a video that sort of summarizes my time here. It is a mix of video and photography. Thanks again everyone, and I hope you have enjoyed following along!
Hawaii 2011 from (LTAV) Jace LeRoy on Vimeo.
The life of Jon Mozo is one that is without a doubt worth sharing. As I learned more about his life I began to realize how much love and kindness he showed to all of those around him. Not only that but here we are 6 years after his death and yet he is still impacting people that he never even knew. People like me. I feel like I have learned from Jon. Almost as if I knew him. The things I have learned from how he lived his life will have a wonderful impact on mine for years to come. I could easily write thousands of words about his life, but I would not do him justice. I do know that Devin has worked very hard acquiring many interviews and lots of footage, and I will work hard editing the story together in hopes that it will give even a glimpse of the incredible life Jon Mozo lived.
I have been blessed to spend time with his wonderful family. His wife Nikki, brother Carlos and his four children are bright extensions of Jon. They have been so kind to me from the first day I arrived. I am lucky to have had the opportunity to get to know this family. Although I am leaving now, I know that I will be back. Not just because I want to see this beautiful island again, but because I know I will miss the Mozo family, and look forward to spending time with them again in the future.
The most important part of life is the people we share it with. Everything else is simply for survival. The money we make, the possessions we own, that status we acquire really means nothing in the end. Our journey from birth to death is all about who we experience it with. Choose wisely and keep an open mind, because we only get one shot.
I am excited to return home and see my family again. They have been so much help and offered a tremendous amount of support, not just during this experience but my entire life. I'm lucky to have such amazing parents who have always been incredible examples, teaching me to be a hard working, loving human being. Also, a Brother who toughened me up as a kid, and has become a great friend during the transition to adulthood. I've always been lucky to be surrounded by such good friends. Friends willing to reach out and help me in times of need, friends who I can only hope to emulate one day. I can't possibly say enough about them.
So as the final words are written in this chapter I can't help but be excited for what comes next. Thanks to everyone who has followed along as I have blogged my experience here in Hawaii. I want you all to know that I am going to continue posting articles on another blog called "Taste Of Jace". I have a lot of cool things around the corner so if you have enjoyed following this, then I suggest you follow that one as well!
Here is a video that sort of summarizes my time here. It is a mix of video and photography. Thanks again everyone, and I hope you have enjoyed following along!
Hawaii 2011 from (LTAV) Jace LeRoy on Vimeo.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Stairway To Heaven
First of all let me apologize to any Led Zeppelin fans out there who may have accidentally come here hoping to hear one of the best songs ever recorded. Click here to ease your woes. No, this particular post is about the hike I was lucky enough to experience called "Stairway To Heaven" here on Oahu Hawaii. If you want to know the complete history of the stairs click here, but the gist of it is that these stairs were built in 1943 by the Navy to enable them to string communication cables from one side of the island to the other. Later the Naval base was decommissioned in the 50's and was then used as a navigation system by the Navy. In 1987 the stairs were closed off to the public and remain closed off today due to liability issues. The total stair count from bottom to top is 3,922.
There is a Guard stationed at the bottom of the stairs who's job consists of turning away any eager hikers. I found this out the hard way, twice. Yes, that's correct, I tried this hike twice previously last week and both times arrived too late only to be turned away by the guard on duty. This was super disappointing because just getting to the stairs requires going over, under, and through fences, stomping through bamboo forests, navigating small beaten paths, and did I mention this is all done in the dark? The only way to avoid the guard is to go very, very early.
So as my time here on the island comes to a close, this particular hike quickly shot to the top of my "must do list", mainly because it had thwarted me twice previously. Determined and motivated I decided to give it one last shot. Only this time I was going to leave at 1 a.m. in order to guarantee not being defeated yet again by the the man in the uniform. So I enlisted a group of friends, none of which had every done the hike before and we set off.
The cast included my roommate Austin, an eager 19 year old who likes hot pockets almost as much as I do. My friend Melinda who I knew previously from Provo and is currently here going to BYUH. Melinda's roommate Lani, a girl you want to bring on every hiking trip because she literally thinks of everything, and is more prepared than any elite boyscout. Also, my good pal Carlos Mozo, little brother to Jon Mozo, the man who's life is being made into a documentary that I have been very lucky to work on. And Finally a very good friend of the Mozo family, Dillion. Needless to say it was definitely a good looking group of people.
So the Six of us set off on our Journey at 1 a.m in the morning. We arrived at a small neighborhood where you can park your car and cross over the first of many fences that are littered with "NO TRESPASSING" signs. The benefit of attempting this hike twice the week before was that I now knew the path of finding the stairs like that back of my hand. So getting to the beginning of the stairs quickly is no problem. After navigating our way to the base of the mountain where the stairs begin I was elated to find no Guard on duty! Finally, the term "3rd time is a charm" was actually applicable to a situation in my life! So there I was, standing at the bottom of nearly 4,000 stairs that had evaded me twice already, but this time there was nothing stopping me, except myself.
Only two more fences had to be crossed, and we finally set foot on the first stair at roughly 2:30 a.m. At this point the excitement and adrenaline was all I needed. I quickly realized I was going to need a better flashlight solution than my current tool which was my cell phone. This is where Lani comes in very handy, she didn't have a flashlight, rather she had TWO flashlights. So i stuck one in my mouth, grabbed the railing and started my way to the top.
Going up these stairs you quickly realize they are like nothing you have every climbed in your life. Almost always steeper than a 45 degree angle, these 8 foot segments, although rusted and missing a step every now and then feel amazingly sturdy for the most part considering they are nearly 70 years old. Wide enough for just one person to fit, your arms are just as important as your legs as you pull yourself up each step. The stairs literally turn into a ladder in a few spots as they go completely vertical scaling the face of rocky cliffs.
I'm not sure if it was the adrenaline wearing off or the lack of food in my stomach but after climbing for 20 minutes I became very sick. At one moment I thought I was going to have to turn back, and felt throwing up wasn't a matter of if, but when. So we took a break, I sat down, leaning against the railing trying to decide what I was going to do. Certainly I couldn't turn back now. Luckily, this gave Lani yet another chance to show off her preparedness skills. She was like having a mini convenient store following behind me. She not only had an apple for me to eat, but some ibuprofen as well. After about 10 minutes I felt much better, and our adventure continued.
I wish I could accurately describe the magnitude of these stairs, and I hope these pictures are able to do them justice somewhat. Looking at them as you climb is intimidating to say the least. They are built on the ridge of a mountain where in many cases you are standing in areas where these narrow stairs barely fit with 100 foot drop offs on either side of you.
As we climbed, the rain started to fall. This made me nervous at first, because the last thing I wanted was another obstacle to deal with. Climbing a set of soaking, wet stairs isn't exactly preferred in a situation where if you fall, you are not going to stop for a very long time. However, the rain felt good and cooled us off as we climbed. It did cause the stairs and rails to become very slippery but was not enough to make us turn around.
There are basically 4 main platforms that you encounter on your way to the top. These are flat spots that feel very rewarding to get to. The first one is by far the most difficult to reach, but eventually we arrived, and it felt great. We still had thousands of stairs to go, but hitting this first platform filled me with all the motivation that was just sucked out of me trying to get there. After a short break we continued to the top.
At this point I had my second wind, and sort of hit my stride. The obsesive compulsive disorder inside me was busy distracting me as it had me counting each and every stair I was going up. I lost track of time and position. Before I knew it, I had got quite a bit ahead of my friends. I kept going until I hit a realitively flat spot. This is where I had one of those moments that we live for, and never forget.
Surrounded by clouds, with light rain falling around me. I leaned against the rail and looked out over the valley. I could barely see the lights from the towns below glowing through the thick mist. I closed my eyes and took a slow deep breath realizing this may be the purest breath I had ever taken in my life. I felt the cold air rush into my lungs and imagined the oxygen being mixed into my blood hitting my heart and being pumped through my body. Standing there, on a mountain in Hawaii in the middle of the pacific ocean breathing this air is something that will stay with me forever.
The group caught up to me and we made it to platforms 2 and 3 rather quickly. We could feel that we were getting close. The weather continued to get worse. This wasn't the Hawaii you imagine in your head. Far away from sandy, sun soaked beaches where 85 degree sun rays tan your skin. No, we were some 2,000 feet above sea level at this point, surrounded by rain clouds dumping water on us. With the temperature somewhere in the the lower 40's, I felt like I was right back in Utah.
Finally, our destination was just a few hundred steps away. Climbing up, the giant radio station with two large satallite dish like structures on top came into view. We had finally reached the end of this amazing staircase. We were cold, tired, and hungry but the sense of accomplishment was enough to distract us from these discomforts. At least for a few minutes anyway.
Getting to the top doesn't exactly reward you as you might think you should be for climbing a near 4,000 stairs. You feel like there should be a hot tub at the top, and a buffet filled with your favorite foods. What you get though is a rundown concrete building complete with wet floor, rusted metal, and grafitti all over the walls.
This is the part I tell you to buckle up because I'm about to throw a crazy life changing analogy your way where I compare a hike to the grand scheme of life. But that's exactly what it was. Life really isn't about the beginning or the end. Rather the experiences you have getting to the end that matter. We get so focused on where we want to be tomorrow that we forget to enjoy where we are today. Don't rush through life too quickly because the only thing waiting for us at the end of our earthly life is a six foot hole in the ground. What comes after that is another journey in of itself, but you might as well pull as much out of this one as you possible can. Take a minute to stop and fill your lungs once in a while with the air around you.
Our trip was only half over and we still needed to climb back down. This proved to be a bit quicker than going up, and with the sun finally peaking over the ocean we could now take in all the beauty that was around us. My pal Carlos wasn't too happy about that, because he isn't exactly the biggest fan of heights, but like a champ he pushed through it with a clean pair of shorts. Stopping periodically to take photos we eventually reached the bottom where the guard was waiting for us.
Luckily he was very cool about the situation, and he even warned us that cops had arrested people the day before, and he recommended we take a different path back to our car to avoid the same fate. So back through the bamboo forest we went, making it back to the car in one piece.
7,844 stairs later I can finally scratch this hike off the list. What an amazing way to say goodbye to such a beautiful place. But at least I know this isn't goodbye forever, as I will hopefully be making many more trips back to this wonderful place.
More Photos from the hike.
There is a Guard stationed at the bottom of the stairs who's job consists of turning away any eager hikers. I found this out the hard way, twice. Yes, that's correct, I tried this hike twice previously last week and both times arrived too late only to be turned away by the guard on duty. This was super disappointing because just getting to the stairs requires going over, under, and through fences, stomping through bamboo forests, navigating small beaten paths, and did I mention this is all done in the dark? The only way to avoid the guard is to go very, very early.
So as my time here on the island comes to a close, this particular hike quickly shot to the top of my "must do list", mainly because it had thwarted me twice previously. Determined and motivated I decided to give it one last shot. Only this time I was going to leave at 1 a.m. in order to guarantee not being defeated yet again by the the man in the uniform. So I enlisted a group of friends, none of which had every done the hike before and we set off.
The cast included my roommate Austin, an eager 19 year old who likes hot pockets almost as much as I do. My friend Melinda who I knew previously from Provo and is currently here going to BYUH. Melinda's roommate Lani, a girl you want to bring on every hiking trip because she literally thinks of everything, and is more prepared than any elite boyscout. Also, my good pal Carlos Mozo, little brother to Jon Mozo, the man who's life is being made into a documentary that I have been very lucky to work on. And Finally a very good friend of the Mozo family, Dillion. Needless to say it was definitely a good looking group of people.
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| Close look of the Stairway structure. |
So the Six of us set off on our Journey at 1 a.m in the morning. We arrived at a small neighborhood where you can park your car and cross over the first of many fences that are littered with "NO TRESPASSING" signs. The benefit of attempting this hike twice the week before was that I now knew the path of finding the stairs like that back of my hand. So getting to the beginning of the stairs quickly is no problem. After navigating our way to the base of the mountain where the stairs begin I was elated to find no Guard on duty! Finally, the term "3rd time is a charm" was actually applicable to a situation in my life! So there I was, standing at the bottom of nearly 4,000 stairs that had evaded me twice already, but this time there was nothing stopping me, except myself.
Only two more fences had to be crossed, and we finally set foot on the first stair at roughly 2:30 a.m. At this point the excitement and adrenaline was all I needed. I quickly realized I was going to need a better flashlight solution than my current tool which was my cell phone. This is where Lani comes in very handy, she didn't have a flashlight, rather she had TWO flashlights. So i stuck one in my mouth, grabbed the railing and started my way to the top.
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| It begins. |
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| Years of wear and tear taking a toll. |
I'm not sure if it was the adrenaline wearing off or the lack of food in my stomach but after climbing for 20 minutes I became very sick. At one moment I thought I was going to have to turn back, and felt throwing up wasn't a matter of if, but when. So we took a break, I sat down, leaning against the railing trying to decide what I was going to do. Certainly I couldn't turn back now. Luckily, this gave Lani yet another chance to show off her preparedness skills. She was like having a mini convenient store following behind me. She not only had an apple for me to eat, but some ibuprofen as well. After about 10 minutes I felt much better, and our adventure continued.
I wish I could accurately describe the magnitude of these stairs, and I hope these pictures are able to do them justice somewhat. Looking at them as you climb is intimidating to say the least. They are built on the ridge of a mountain where in many cases you are standing in areas where these narrow stairs barely fit with 100 foot drop offs on either side of you.
As we climbed, the rain started to fall. This made me nervous at first, because the last thing I wanted was another obstacle to deal with. Climbing a set of soaking, wet stairs isn't exactly preferred in a situation where if you fall, you are not going to stop for a very long time. However, the rain felt good and cooled us off as we climbed. It did cause the stairs and rails to become very slippery but was not enough to make us turn around.
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| Stairway to Heaven. |
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| First platform. From left to right: Dillion, Carlos, Lani, Me, Austin, Melinda, and Tripod. |
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| Built by mad scientists. |
Surrounded by clouds, with light rain falling around me. I leaned against the rail and looked out over the valley. I could barely see the lights from the towns below glowing through the thick mist. I closed my eyes and took a slow deep breath realizing this may be the purest breath I had ever taken in my life. I felt the cold air rush into my lungs and imagined the oxygen being mixed into my blood hitting my heart and being pumped through my body. Standing there, on a mountain in Hawaii in the middle of the pacific ocean breathing this air is something that will stay with me forever.
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| Beautiful. |
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| Continuing on. |
Getting to the top doesn't exactly reward you as you might think you should be for climbing a near 4,000 stairs. You feel like there should be a hot tub at the top, and a buffet filled with your favorite foods. What you get though is a rundown concrete building complete with wet floor, rusted metal, and grafitti all over the walls.
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| I climbed to the top of the radio tower. Fighting the wind, rain and cold in order to get this shot. Worth it. |
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| Hanging out at the top, inside the graffiti covered radio tower. |
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| Ascending the staircase. |
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| Carlos facing his fear like a man. |
Luckily he was very cool about the situation, and he even warned us that cops had arrested people the day before, and he recommended we take a different path back to our car to avoid the same fate. So back through the bamboo forest we went, making it back to the car in one piece.
7,844 stairs later I can finally scratch this hike off the list. What an amazing way to say goodbye to such a beautiful place. But at least I know this isn't goodbye forever, as I will hopefully be making many more trips back to this wonderful place.
More Photos from the hike.
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| What, you thought I'd climb 4,000 stairs and NOT bring a slinky? You're crazy. |
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| Staircase full of misfits. |
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| Melinda giving her best Richard Nixon impression. |
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| My point of view while coming down. |
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| Carlos shooting the mountainside. |
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| Just when you think you're done... it keeps going. |
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| Carlos through the overgrown plant life. |
Friday, July 29, 2011
Mud Fight In Paradise
Hey everyone, remember my post "Making a Mess and New Friends"? It was the first thing I filmed out here in Hawaii. In fact I think it was like the third day I was here? Anyway, Devin finished editing the video and has posted it to his YouTube channel! Now it's time for you to enjoy it :)
Bonus Video:
The song in the mud fight video is by a guy named Kyle Andrews. His music rocks. I helped film a music video for one of his songs (You always make me Smile) last Summer. I highly recommend watching it, and I definitely recommend buying his music.
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| The Aftermath |
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| Partners in crime. |
The song in the mud fight video is by a guy named Kyle Andrews. His music rocks. I helped film a music video for one of his songs (You always make me Smile) last Summer. I highly recommend watching it, and I definitely recommend buying his music.
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| Kyle and I after shooting the music video. |
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Belated 4th of July!
Wow, I was sitting here deep inside the 9th straight hour of editing the Documentary today when it hit me. My friend/roommate/collegue Devin Graham released a really cool video for the 4th of July celebration. I somehow spaced it off and forgot to post it!
Some of you probably caught it on Facebook or YouTube, but I really wanted to share it on here so anyone who might have missed it would have the chance to watch. I make a few cameos swinging a golf club and throwing a Frisbee. I have to thank my Jr. High PE coach, Coach Thompson for teaching me how to chuck a Frisbee like a pro. I'm pretty sure my Ultimate Frisbee team won that year because of said skills? Yes. Yes we did.
Some of you probably caught it on Facebook or YouTube, but I really wanted to share it on here so anyone who might have missed it would have the chance to watch. I make a few cameos swinging a golf club and throwing a Frisbee. I have to thank my Jr. High PE coach, Coach Thompson for teaching me how to chuck a Frisbee like a pro. I'm pretty sure my Ultimate Frisbee team won that year because of said skills? Yes. Yes we did.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Interviewed By Skoolige.com
Hey everyone, I was recently interviewed by a website called "Skoolige.com". I was asked 5 questions about my photography. Go check it out here.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Sacred Falls Hike
When you get the opportunity to hike an area referred to as "Sacred Falls" you can't really turn it down. What an amazing place. When you come to Hawaii it's easy to spend all your time on the beaches, and for good reason. However, I must say that going inland is just as incredible. I've never felt so detached from the world. The high cliffs rendered my cell phone useless. It was just my friend, his father, and myself walking through the untouched landscape of Oahu. Below is a very shaky, handheld video of this expedition. Enjoy!
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