The Island Mirage
April 25th 2016 Six thousand Western Gulls squawked across the heat baked crust of cliffs that was Anacapa. The day-trippers were leaving the island as we labored with our tent amid the relentless heat without a single shade tree. The island was less than a one hour boat ride from the Ventura coast, yet California seemed hazy and distant, a blurry line of something vague, somewhere we had been in the distant past
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