From post to prison to protest site to park, the island of Alcatraz has worn many hats. The thing of it is, how can a rocky piece of foggy, cold outcrop amidst the freezing waters San Francisco Bay not be enticing?
Gasp after gasp was met with mouthfuls of the Pacific and soon panic was crashing over me. I was choosing the psychopath less traveled by. As I plowed forward, I prayed that there was no beastly guardian, unseen but for a fin, following in my wake.