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By John Wiley
As we approached the Channel Islands, they appeared as gems out of the mist. San Miguel's dune stripes were subtly magnificent shades of greens and blues. The ranger station and airstrip beckon any pilot can land there*, you just can't ever fly again as the joke goes. All the islands are verdant from the rains, and already there are traces of an approaching bloom. At the East end of San Miguel, a few pinnipeds large and small found a quiet inlet away from the innumerable crowded beaches and coves. Many minor miracles away, we looked past the Anacapa Light where San Miguel was a mere hint in the moist distance.
*[EDitor's Note: A representative from the Channel Islands National Park contacted us to remind our readers that the island's airstrips are not public and are not open to landing by private aircraft. But you already knew that.]