Farallon's Island

Today was one of the days that make me wonder how I can better make the best of my short time on Earth. I spent the previous two days of the long weekend relaxing at home and doing exciting chores like preparing my tax documents for processing.
Today the weather was looking up and Winnie and I needed to leave the house. It was still record breaking cold, but at least the sky was very clear and sunny. This is not the best weather for Frisbee on the beach, but a sporting drive with the heat on and the top down seemed like a great idea.
With that, Winnie and I hit the road and took in some rays and saw some nice views. The trip progressed as is typical including a stop at the Ono Hawaiian Grill for some short-ribs. Typical, that was, until I saw something on the ocean horizon to the west of Devil’s Slide that I had never seen before.
There was a small white pointy thing in the distance. What could this be? An oil rig? No, there’s no oil out there! A ship? No, it’s way too big. An iceberg? No, we’re way too far south. It must be an island that I’ve never heard of.
That night some quick clicking with everyone’s favorite internet map site revealed that it is indeed an island. This small, white island is called Farallon's Island. It’s barren, desolate, pungent smelling (apparently), and beloved by nature-watchers. It actually became so white as a result of excessive animal derived white wash (a.k.a. poop).
As I surfed around to find out more about the island, I found many photo-blogs and sites about trips there to see the wildlife. These trips did not seem particularly inciting, as they almost universally included stories of massive seasickness, but they did seem quite memorable and adventurous.
This, of course, made me crave adventure. Am I making the most of my time? Did I just waste a (cold and rainy) weekend? No matter crying over spilt milk… Who’s up for excitement? I’ve never climbed a mountain before…
p.s. Thanks for the great picture John Harker
