Welcome to the Rock
“We drove 2,400 miles, 35 painstaking hours in the car to see a jail, much less one that’s abandoned?” I rest my arms on the boat railing and glanced over at my exhausted family. After a long journey from Michigan to California, a boat ride to an island is the last thing any of us wanted.
My dad seems thrilled, making me wonder why adults are so fascinated with touring boring, dilapidated...
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