Here's what a Seattle newspaper columnist said recently about our island: (And this is why we love it here.)
" You could see the yellow kayak, bobbing through the waves stirred by a stiff breeze, at least a half a mile away.
The sea kayaker was making slow, steady progress against the southerly wind that Puget Sound knows so well, paddle dipping with power and purpose.
Fifteen minutes later, he came ashore at Cama Beach State Park and walked over, shaking saltwater off his waterproof clothing, pulling off his neoprene gloves.
"Is there a phone here?" he asked. "I need to call about where I'm headed tonight. This is the only sign of life I've seen around here."
The guy, traveling north to south down the Sound, had unwittingly capsulized one of the great things about living here.
Few signs of life. Less than an hour away from one of the West Coast's largest population centers.
In the minds of a lot of us natives, that sort of near-solitude is often relegated to the relics-of-the-past department. But it might be misfiled. Because of sheer luck of the environment that surrounds us and a few people wise enough to protect it, we still have access to special natural places decidedly not overrun by people, at least during the "off" months." Ron Judd
Photo:
Our Madrona tree sports its bright orange winter berries
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