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saturday, may 25

Matty and I went camping on Angel Island a few days ago, and I can't stop thinking about it or experiencing it deep in my bones. We arrived on the island with about 400 school kids and a few other tourists. We strapped on our packs and hiked about two miles in to our campsite. It seemed that once the ferry hit the island, the people scattered, and we felt pretty alone. We only saw a few people. Then once we got to our campsite we were pretty much all alone. We cooked our lunch and then laid on a grassy hill in the hot hot sun in my underwear!! It was hot over there... We read and talked and wrote some. It was so peaceful.
Then the horn blew signalling that the ferry was leaving and taking all of the other people off of the island. As soon as it left, a whole new layer of calm descended upon me as I could sense the island breathing a sigh of relief, her work as tourist attraction done. For the whole rest of the time on the island, we only saw two other people (one of them was a park ranger).
As we left her, I felt such a deep connection with that island. She had sheltered us and given us rest. We had walked all around her perimeter complimenting her on her pristine beauty. When we got on the ferry with the people who had been there on a day trip, I felt different from them in that I felt a real relationship with the island. I felt as though we had lived there with her and experienced what it is like to be her instead of coming for three hours, taking pictures, eating nachos at the snack bar, and then screaming and laughing all the way back home on the ferry. I felt quiet, reverent... in awe of such a place and its power.
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