Like the Green World Coffee Farm, the Dole pineapple plantation may not be within Wahiawa city limits. It’s north of the city and most of the plantation is west of where I’m living today. I haven’t bothered to see how much of it surrounds the Helemano military reservation (we call it “HMR”). The tourist spot is called “Dole Plantation”, but it’s just a few buildings.
The main building is a collection of shops and a single place to eat. There are other venues outside the building, but I can’t tell you much about them. My daughter-in-law, Cathy, bought an authentic pearl ring that was nowhere near as expensive as the most expensive one the venue offered.
Josie (my wife), Jon (my son), Cathy and Ezra (my grandson) visited the Dole pineapple plantation a few weeks ago. I held off writing about it because I thought we would return on another day. We did not take the train tour, the garden tour or the maze tour. Since everyone except Jon is leaving Hawaii this month, we won’t be returning.
I wasn’t impressed. Tourists may be impressed, but I’m not a tourist. This isn’t the first pineapple plantation I’ve ever seen either.
I don’t know the circumstances of an abandoned pineapple plantation on the island of Kauai, and I’m not really interested in finding out. All I know is that my family (my parents’ family) lived less than a mile away from it when we lived there in the 1970s. There was an abandoned cannery across the street where some buildings were repurposed. One was turned into a small market.
There was an abandoned pier on the east side of the island, also not far from where we lived. My father went fishing off that pier as often as he could. I’ve looked at maps of Kauai and I can’t find it today. Perhaps it was destroyed after we left the island in 1977.