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Leaving Catalina

Updated on November 9, 2016
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Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher. He is a former journalist who has worked on various community and college publications.

The camp was a world away from the hustle-and-bustle, clique-ridden world we came from. The week was magical; it was an escape from reality.
The camp was a world away from the hustle-and-bustle, clique-ridden world we came from. The week was magical; it was an escape from reality. | Source

The ship’s horn blasted, giving me a jolt. Kim Peels gasped, loosening those dainty arms she wrapped around me to see what was going on.

That little red-head who stood beside me on the ship’s top deck realized the situation. She put her arms around me and pressed her head against my chest.

“Relax, Danny.”

We giggled like the star-crossed teen lovers we were.

It was our last day at Catalina’s Canyon Cove Camp. The camp was a world away from the hustle-and-bustle, clique-ridden world we came from. The week was magical; it was a much needed escape from reality.

And, Kim was the reason for this week in "heaven." From the night we slow-danced at the Welcome Campers Dance, to the moment we boarded this ship, we were inseparable, exploring feelings that two inexperienced lovers had never felt before.

Now, we were going home, and every fiber of my 15-year-old body yearned to stay in that place and moment in time.

We were changing, too. We didn’t look at one another, and we went to talk to friends. By the time we docked in the muddy green waters of the harbor, I lost sight of her.

Once on shore, I was busy trying to find my parents, as well as my luggage. Still, I wanted to find Kim. And I was about to embark on the final journey when my parents found me

Kim cast her eyes upon me. I caught her gaze and held it as long as I could. I gave her kiss as if it was going the last thing I'd ever do in this lifetime.

The ship parted from the dock and powered its way into the deep blue Catalina Channel. All the while, we watched the island fade away. We loosen our hold and stood by the railing watching its rugged contours and clear skies vanish under the sea haze.

We were changing, too. We didn’t look at one another, and we went to talk to friends. By the time we docked in the muddy green waters of the harbor, I lost sight of her.

Once on shore, I was busy trying to find my parents, as well as my luggage. Still, I wanted to find Kim. And I was about to embark on the final journey when my parents found me.

“Can you take this to the car?” I said as I handed my belongings to them. They were speechless, but I didn't care. I wanted to see Kim one more time.

The search paid off; however, it wasn't the reunion I was anticipating. She was leaving with her parents. I saw her on the ramp leading to parking lot.

“Kim!”

“Kim!”

She turned and stared at me for a long time.

“Come on, dear,” her mother said, pulling her arm.

That sad face managed to crack a smile. She waved at me, put her head down and obeyed her mother.

I stood there, disheartened, knowing I’d never see her again. My little red-headed Kim was gone, along with the magic that could only be found on among the brush of a Catalina camp.

The ship undocked and powered its way into the deep blue Catalina Channel. We watched the island fade away.
The ship undocked and powered its way into the deep blue Catalina Channel. We watched the island fade away. | Source
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Map of Catalina

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A markertoyon bay catalina -
Catalina Island Marine Institute (CIMI), 1 Toyon Bay Rd, Avalon, CA 90704, USA
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B markerCasino Point, Avalon, Catalina Island -
Avalon, CA 90704, USA
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C markerTwo Harbors, Catalina Island -
Two Harbors, CA 90704, USA
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