Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Alcatraz

Once we stepped off the boat and onto the island, the wind appeared to die down a little. After stepping into the prison yard, I realized how much wind there was. Also, there was bird poop everywhere, and ten-foot-tall walls surrounded the center. It seemed very hard to escape, and if someone did escape, they would have to swim a mile in freezing cold water with very gusty winds.

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