— by a  20-something naturalist–

Last month marked the end to my third year out here on Orcas. These past three years have been a formative transition for me from the proverbial adolescence to adulthood and I express the deepest gratitude for all of those who have honored and assisted me upon this journey. As the ebb and flow of life continues, so does this journey meet a twist, and the liveliness that originally brought me here, is perceivably and hastily being whittled away. To think that I one day wished to die here, is now a distant dream.

Upon first venturing to the islands, there was an abundance of opportunity. I was fortunate enough to land in a wonderful spot, where I was gifted the presence of extremely talented people, who taught me how to live practically within community and from the land. When this stage of life transitioned, I found myself looking for places to rent. The first day I looked on craigslist, I was able to call five different listings and visit them all within the week. I even received call backs days later from eager land owners, asking if I still wished to fill their space. Fast forward two years and there is not a place in-sight, aside from the flood of vacation rentals listed on Air BnB. Month by month, I hear stories from peers, as their housing gets dumped in favor of the cash potential brought on by this internet enterprise. My generation and community are being removed in front of my eyes in favor of tourism. Business owners and long-term community members gripe about lack of workers and volunteer help, whether quality or quantity, as they erect structures and transform buildings on their land to serve the tourist economy in hopes of cashing in on this fabulous opportunity. Seemingly, talk is a cheap form of currency when dealing with cold hard cash.

As a business owner myself, I have had to reflect upon the purpose of growth and at what costs. In reflection over the months, I have come to the conclusion of dissolving my stock and removing myself from the local economy. What was intended for community, is merely a showing of cute products for tourists to consume and line upon their shelves. For a business to succeed, it should never stagnate and shall forever grow. Here on Orcas, value added products must appeal more and more to tourists in order to grow, grow, grow. It is an insatiable beast that requires more computers, more equipment, more time, more energy, and for what? The hopes of one day gaining solitude and comfort? A severe disconnection from community and parasitic dream encouraged by our culture.

So here I am in the year 2015, more tourists are visiting, more festivals with technological noises and lights are being erected—successfully bringing the city to the woods—, more vacation rentals abound, more advertisements to outside communities, more, more, more. There is a perceived hunger for innumerable externalities that has robbed people of the inner beauty and connection. The local economy and community have become a reflection of that. The writing on the wall reads, “Orcas Island, the next Martha’s Vineyard.”

I say all of this without spite, without discontent, without malice. These are merely observations and an expressing of their potential calculated effects. For I will be fine wherever my journey takes me. I am here for now, I am here in joy, and I am here participating, but I foresee that I will someday too become a tourist to this place. A tourist to the forest, to the lakes, and to the natural community that grows and gives back.

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