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Lake Swimming

Have you ever done this? Man, lake swim­ming is pretty amaz­ing. Part of grow­ing and liv­ing in “SoCal” is the ocean, you don’t have lakes. Lakes are some­thing entirely dif­fer­ent. They have a dif­fer­ent kind of mys­tery. The ocean can be brash and noisy, but lakes are more quiet about their secrets, they silently suffer.

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Although I miss the salty waves and bob­bing around in the swell, I have fallen in love with swim­ming in lakes. Lakes are some­thing we have an abun­dance here on beau­ti­ful Fidalgo Island. There are like ten. So far, my favorite is Trafton (pic­tured above). I was told that it is very mag­i­cal and I believe it. It was made by a meteor. The water is the color of rust. Much darker than any of the other lakes.

But isn’t this an island, you ask, isn’t there ocean sur­round­ing you on all sides? Well, yes, that is true, but it is not like La Jolla Cove with its rhyth­mic waves and tick­ling Garibaldi. The ocean is more like a bay — and it is very cold — even for Lynne Cox, maybe. There is one “swim­ming” beach nearby though, it is waist deep forever:

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Fire walk with me

NEWSFLASH: We’re out, yo.

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Come May 1, 2009 we are mov­ing out of the desert and into an old fire sta­tion near the for­est of the snow owl (see B). Eagles will rest on our shoul­ders as we pick wild berries and we will learn great truths from the ferny depths. There will be mush­rooms and ocean and cool dudes on motor­cy­cles. We may meet this friend. There will most def be lots of musics and “art” and ref­er­ences to these symbols:

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Depart­ment of Safety! (We are going to live there.)

We must heed the call of the mountains.

GET SOME WHILE YOU CAN. We are.

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