“ It is too windy to kayak on the lake on a day like today”, he warned. The ski is gray and it looks like it will rain. My sleeping bag and food is in a waterproof bag in case I tip over. I take off from old mill marina paddling hard to steer into the choppy waves. It is only my second time in a kayak but I am determined to get to the island. I flew over 3000 miles and have waited a very long time for this.
After two hours of strenuous paddling I reach my destination. The wind and choppy seas force me to a beach that just happens to be near a group of cabins. The cabins are brand new, unlike the rustic ones that I remember as a youth. The island is empty the way I planned it. I think about how, in some ways, I have a lot of trust. I just knew everything would work out-that somehow I would find shelter from the rain and get to the island safely. I feel tremendous excitement and proud of myself. I MADE IT.
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