Brothers Without Me
Christopher seemed overly enthusiastic when I told him I wouldn't be coming with him to help Jon close up camp. I've been going steadily for the last 10 years at the end of season to work the last few weeks in September, sometimes even creeping into October. This has always been the finest of Hull Island times for me. The island quiets, visitors are few, the animals busy readying themselves for the wet BC winter coming quick. Once Christopher started joining the end of season pilgrimage, he too was hooked. Getting that solo time with Jon is golden. And the projects would be his! So sure, I understand his eagerness. And we feel so young on the island, don't we? Reports are scattered - quite erratic in fact. Not at all enough for those of us pining to be there. But of course that's the point. When you're on Hull Island you treasure the time, guarding each day as though the magic will slip away if you don't breathe in deeply and keep the air to yourself. The cabin ...