Thirty miles north of the tranquil Kaloko-Honokōhau National Historical Park is another hidden gem, the Puako Petroglyph Archaeological Preserve, one of the largest petroglyph fields in Hawaii. Over 3,000 k’i’i pohaku (images in stone) are tucked along the trails of the 233-acre preserve, quite a sight.

One of the more striking carvings by the parking lot
It all starts modestly enough. From Route 19, enter the manicured Mauna Lani Resort and follow North Kaniku Drive to a parking lot by the Holoholokai Beach. As you face the ocean, the petroglyphs are behind you, to the right. A short, paved path leads to one group of these ancient carvings — it looks like those boulders were brought here as the area around got developed. But do not stop there. An unpaved 1.5-mile trail meanders through a dense kiawe grove, looking so very Brothers Grimm that we almost didn’t dare pursue it.
Making your way through the thicket, keep your eyes on the path — it isn’t always obvious, and kiawe trees are full of thorns. A number of petroglyphs, half-hidden by the branches, lay poised to distract. We did consider turning back, but the centerpiece of the park is worth all this stumbling. The coppice clears before a large expanse of rock, a smooth, bright-orange lava sheet teeming with carvings.
Human figures, boats, birds, turtles, and other animals assemble before you, many facing the mountain ahead. The meaning of these carvings is lost, but they are believed to carry a ceremonial significance, marking important events in community life — births, victories, deaths. The setting feels deliberate and solemn, so many thoughts petrified for centuries in this one location, surrounded as it once was by thirsty woods and lava flows.
This is a sunburned spot, so the best time to come is in the morning or late afternoon, when the figures come into focus as the shadows settle. We were there in the brightest part of the day, so the images are not as striking as it felt to see them. Here are some of our favorites:
The rock gleamed in the sun. A stray cloud suddenly came overhead, muting all color. The carvings seemed to step forward.
Treat these with respect — they may appear immutable, yet your step, your touch can damage them. A number of the more eye-catching petroglyphs looked discolored and eroded by rubbing.
We stayed by the field far longer than we thought we would. Several people came by and left, one vociferously unimpressed. An odd reaction, I think: The field has such a strong sense of place, and the carvings, the only remnants of dramas long gone and unknowable, are a haunting presence. To me, like Kaloko-Honokōhau, this was land quietly bewitching, one I’d love to see again.
On our way back, our minds were no longer anxious for the destination, and we saw and heard more of the grove. It seemed to breathe, kiawe thorns scraping each other in the wind.Birds scuffled and chirped, unseen.
By the parking lot, we finally caught sight of one, a Japanese white-eye. It froze for a moment, then flashed away as we prepared to leave.
Read on:
- Turtle Tango of Kaloko-Honokōhau
- The King’s Golden Plover
- A Mauna Kea Sunset
- In Pele’s Realm: Hawai’i Volcanoes National Park
- Flying over Lava: Our No-Doors Helicopter Ride over the Big Island
- Hilo’s Magic: Sacred Stones and Waterfalls
- Turtle-spotting at Punalu’u Black Sand Beach
- Other Posts about Hawaii
Pingback: Weekly Photo Challenge: Object – The Golden Plover | Transplanted Tatar
Pingback: Fishtrap and Turtles of Kaloko-Honokōhau | Transplanted Tatar
Pingback: A Mauna Kea Sunset | Transplanted Tatar
Pingback: Turtle-spotting at Punalu’u Black Sand Beach | Transplanted Tatar
Pingback: Hilo’s Magic: Sacred Stones and Waterfalls | Transplanted Tatar
Pingback: Flying over Lava: Our No-Doors Helicopter Ride over the Big Island | Transplanted Tatar
Pingback: A Beach of Green Gems | Transplanted Tatar
Pingback: Hawaii’s Place of Refuge | Transplanted Tatar
Pingback: Hawaii’s Painted Church | Transplanted Tatar
Pingback: In Pele’s Realm: Hawai’i Volcanoes National Park | Transplanted Tatar