When Dottie left Portland on the Fourth of July for Honolulu, she knew she was prepared to make waves on that island in the Pacific. This was not her first island visit. She had been north to several of the San Juans but always had the hankering to go beyond the horizon until the China Clipper lowered onto a land mass wedged in between all that blue and pastel pinks and orchid hues above.
She wouldn’t eat pork, and she heard they ate a lot of it and sugar there. Coconut sounded more appealing. And she had two cameras and three notebooks in her suitcase, ready to capture it all and share it with her fifth graders two months later when the school year began.