Burton Island is a special place for my friends and me. I think I was 16 and my younger sister, Ellie, was 13 when we planned what would become an annual end-of-school trip to Burton Island. My friends and I had all just gotten our driver’s licenses, so we figured we better make use of this newfound freedom with a big camping trip. Despite popping a tire on the drive and forgetting most of our essentials, our group of 13–17-year-olds made it onto Burton Island that first year.
Over the years, we had cold, hot, humid, and stormy weather, but we always still canoed, fished, played cards, swam, sunbathed, and explored the island. I remember under-cooking hamburgers over the campfire, all of us learning the one song Audrey knew on the ukulele, opening all of our cans with a knife (my friend Erin has a scar to this day), and making "mega-smores" which were smores with peanut butter and Nutella. My friends and I still talk about the night we fought off the racoons who jumped on our tent and ate all our food. Here are some pictures of our trip to Burton Island in 2017 (as you can see it was the golden age of disposable cameras, fidget spinners, and crocs).
- Emma Ramirez-Richer
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