The first time I stepped out of an airplane onto the tarmac in Honolulu, Hawaii, I felt like it was raining soft petals. The air was heavy with the perfume of tropical flowers. It was March 1980 and I had 5 weeks of vacation ahead of me. I left freezing weather at Tahoe where my yard was buried under snow, and nearby ski areas were still in operation. Just the anticipation of spending time in a tropical paradise was pure euphoria.
Four of us traveled together. Our entourage included my fiance, George, and his two best friends, Sam and Skip. George and Skip were accomplished outdoor enthusiasts who camped out in all seasons. Sam and I were along for the ride. Continue Reading »