Hoeman, Vincent D. 1964 FIELD NOTES January 29 Flew over the moonlit, cloud-decked Pacific by jet from Los Angeles this evening, finding the distance impressive and fully comparable to our spanning the North American continent earlier today. As we approached the islands the lights on Oahu were visible through breaks in the clouds, but Molokai, as we passed over, seemed as dark and barren as when the lava pushed out of the sea. The lights of Honolulu, a city of over 300,000 are spread far up and down the coast from Pearl Harbor to Diamond Head. Here is a chain of islands with almost exactly the same land area as the Aleutian chain 2000 miles to the north but so different in the terrestrial life it supports. Touch down at 2137 hours (HST) and leave the plane into air that seems liquid at 75° F. The "tropical smell" is the same as Central America - perhaps the flowers. We are met by J. P. Ludwig and Roger Clapp who take us to the Hawaiian King Hotel in Waikiki. There we all ten get together in one of the rooms to exchange information and celebrate the coming work. There is much to be done, but, after the "celebration" and a shower, my body said no to be typewriter. Everyone was in agreement though that this day, in which we'd gained five hours was finished. January 30 All night the gentle tradewind blew, and the steady stream of my thoughts kept sleep from reaching me. At 0540 hours the predawn cries of the Indian Myna, Acridotheres tristis, got me up and about 0600 in the nearby International Market I could see those noisy birds beginning