My Thoughts on Missing Hull Island
By Liz Hattemer
This year I was unable to go to Hull Island - I didn't think too much about how it would impact me - I had a busy summer and my fall was full of travel and work plans. But all three sons Henry, Andy, and Charles were going with Jon for a full week of Hull Island pioneering. They were going to pour the first footings of the very first structure. I was happy that brothers were joined together in this new step; basically, or metaphorically, Jon was finally putting his feet into the ground...and my sons were part of this huge adventure.
What I didn't anticipate was the daily wonder, waking up and thinking, "what are they doing today?" how is the island today?" Christopher was in the same mindset, I know. We were both tracking in our minds the experience that we were missing. He called me after he received the first random text - "how long to cook crabs..."
We discussed at length the power of that text. How a simple message conveyed all that we were missing. It wasn't cooking the crabs. It was having caught the crabs. The fire, the discussion, the preparation. It was seeing the one photo with Charles and a band aid on his thumb - knowing instantly it was crab related. It was all that finding crab entailed...and it was thinking about the adventure, the tents and the trails and the clearing and the work and the fires and all that is slowly evolving on Hull Island.
I am not going to miss next year.
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