Our last day there we drove around some more, got some more malasadas (portugese donuts, highly recommend) and hit the Dole Plantation before heading back.
As a native Iowan, land of rich black soil I marveled the whole time how anything could grow in such rocky red soil. At the plantation I learned that pineapple love the iron rich soil and thrive on it. Its funny how everything has its niche. And then on the little train ride deal... what inhospitable looking plants. Guys have to walk down the rows and harvest them by hand.
Every few years they have to disk it up and restart it and it takes a few years before it will produce again.
Walking thru a field of spikes and cutting fruit with a machete makes sitting in dad's 1978 combine look pretty plush...
And to wrap it up, sometime tomorrow morning... sunrise over the California coast.