Machete in hand Louis tore through the brush. At this point any point of exposed skin wasn’t covered in razor blade bites. We hadn’t been bushwhacking across Kauai for the past couple days. Exploring new trails. Or should I say making them. We had camped at the highest point we could find and hiked all around Waimea Canyon. We had slept on the beach and out on the Nepali Coast. We had spent days reading on the beach and now here we were. Tearing at the thorns, trying to find a trail. No, we weren’t looking for one, we were making it.