by Lin McNulty
I have no idea why I remember the date—June 6, 1991; it was to be just another camping trip, after all. My husband and I had made many camping trips around the state and there was no reason to expect this one would be any different—three nights on the ground in a sleeping bag, cozy campfires. It was a Thursday and I was to be back at work on Monday.
When Monday morning came our tent was still pitched at Moran State Park on some landmass called Orcas Island. We did not want to leave. There was some sort of pull, some sort of attachment to this place that was undeniable and mysterious. We renewed our camping spot, and at the end of our allotted ten days, we returned to our house on the mainland only long enough to get clean clothes, spend the night, and come back for another ten days.
Just before our second ten-day stint was up at Moran, someone offered us a place to live for the summer. We paid $50 a month for a one-room octagonal shelter in the middle of a sheep field at Buck Bay, which featured one leg of electricity, no doors or windows, and a lovely outhouse. We showered at the state park. Sunday evenings were spent listening to “Music with Moskowitz” on the radio; life was simple and marvelous and glorious.
By the end of summer, we put renters into our house on the mainland, found some local employment, and a somewhat suitable rental on the north shore for the winter. (It was only somewhat suitable because it was not insulated, having been built as a summer home. The nor’easter should have sent us running back “home.”)
The following summer found us gleefully back in our sheep field. I became accustomed to the strange looks from campers as I again took my showers at Moran and dressed for my office job.
It’s been 20 years. And there has been a lot of water that has washed up on the beach during that time. There are some Orcas truisms that still speak to me:
- If the island likes you it will provide (from Barb the hair dresser who is no longer here). This has proven itself over many years, as I’ve watched the island “chew” people up and spit them out, sending them back to America.
- Everything you need is here, just maybe not everything you want. I still appreciate the difference, although the internet has changed it somewhat.
- Not everyone can live here. I am constantly grateful for this. It’s crowded enough as it is.
- If you wait long enough everything will come to you on Orcas (from Tom Tillman). I am amazed at how often this is true, and am patiently still waiting for a few things to arrive.
- It’s not important what someone did before they got here, only who they are now. I don’t think anyone has ever asked about the career I had before coming here; it doesn’t matter.
Now to confess my one (and only) regret in the entirety of my life: During that first summer here, Orcas Center presented Godspell. I did not attend, foolishly thinking oh, how good could community theatre possibly be. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. If I could only take it back….
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What was the point of this drivel?
Lin, this is Marvelous “drivel”!! I love Orcas Island and although I already have a current love affair with Whidbey (South) Island, if I ever feel the need to relocate, I hope I can make it Orcas Island! Thank you for the wonderful nostalgia! <3
This, minus the sheep field and a few other minor details (we landed on the West side) is my story and that of many ‘others. You expressed it well and succinctly. I LOVED your island ‘truisms.’ I bet everyone has a few to contribute. Here’s one of mine, for women: “When you are a newcomer, you will park in the mud at the Deer Harbor Community Club monthly potluck and all the men in Deer Harbor will have to push you out. They will not let you forget that even after 25 years.”
I’m glad your time and mine on the island intersected, Lin!
I loved this piece. Thanks Lin; I’m on my way back right now. I’ll be there by July; hope to see you there!
Yes, all true. I figure an islander is one who has made it through one winter…and is game to do it again. If they make it…they are official members. How many houses I sat in during winter storms bundled against the wind roaring through the house. Oh, a summer rental, can’t be that bad! One day, will return…
Oh, to be smitten by the island is a bite of heaven’s apple — Godspell was fantastic, I’ll never forget it — for several reasons. Maybe Michael has a video?
Not quite sure who Mabel is, but I thoroughly enjoyed reading about your Orcas experience. It relates directly to so many of us who came here and fell in love with the island way of life. Just about every day, I marvel at how incredibly lucky I am to be in this place surrounded by such beauty.
I would hardly consider this “drivel”. I love hearing stories about how people happened to come here and decided to stay.There are so many varied reasons, many of them quite interesting. Thanks for sharing this Lin!