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Kaualehu Cave:
Somewhere on the escarpment in the back of Ha‘ikū Valley is the entrance to Kaualehu Cave.
“We had our family cave there,” Rocky states. “In the history books, it’s called Kaualehu. When I was growing up, the military owned Ha‘ikū Valley. My father used to take me up there and the military always gave us access. We would go up to the gate and he would always lift me up and talk into a speaker, he gave our name and then they opened the gate. And then my father always pointed out, ‘That cave up there is our family cave. It’s a family burial in the cave. We are not supposed to tell anybody about the cave.’
“Well, they built H-3 and everybody sees the cave. Everybody knows it’s a cave there now. Supposedly, there was a canoe in the cave with some artifacts. We’re hoping and praying that nobody ever goes there, but there’s a way to go there. You can’t go there from the bottom. There’s another way around someplace else that you can get there.
“One of my really good friends went in there with one of my uncles. He said the cave he felt was endless, because as he walked into the cave, he went deeper and deeper. You can see the entrance from inside the cave—it’s a really big entrance—and it got smaller, but he did see the canoe there. He said he felt it was above, it was on a stone. I guess the canoe rested on top of a giant stone. He was told not to touch anything in it. And my father told me that there were artifacts, jewelry and stuff. But I heard that someone took it away. Don’t ask me who took it away. I don’t know, but I’m hoping it was family that took it away.
“My uncle knew the way to go in, like the Indians. I’m part Indian, too. My mother was a Canadian-French Blackfoot.”
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