Personal Narrative: The Catalina Sea Boat
It has been roughly five hundred and forty seven days since I have stepped foot of the Catalina Sea Boat. I ran my hand down the Metal railing as I strided onto the island, I would call my home for the next three weeks. I stood at the end of the dock with one bag around my shoulder and another in hand. I felt the warmth of the sun and the ocean breeze that I dearly long for now. I stopped for a moment to soak in the nature around me and breath in the ocean smell. I continued on and walked with the rest of my group onto the dirt. Which soon turned into irregular and scratchy grass as we walked to our cabins. Anyone could have heard the laughter and tears consuming the quiet, stillness all around you. We followed the footsteps left by