"A steamroller is a form of road roller — a type of heavy construction machinery used for levelling surfaces, such as roads or airfields — that is powered by a steam engine. The levelling/flattening action is achieved through a combination of the size and weight of the vehicle and the rolls: the smooth wheels and the large cylinder or drum fitted in place of treaded road wheels."
Sa Seung Bong do--our own little lost island in the Korean Western Sea
The other side of my brain, ...and Joowon...kept reminding me that we were tough and sticking through this, and do you know what? that because it was a little miserable and we just had to try to make it a best situation, we would remember this one THIS trip for the long haul. And it's sure turned out to be true.
I don't know what time it was when Kate and I exchanged our writing (my novel, her short story), but when we did, it was still dinner time. I do know that by page 10 of Kate's story, Kate and I were being chided for being the only sober ones on the entire island. everyone was entirely inebriated. 
I don't know what time it was when Joowon and I wandered off, but Nina and Meredith and Shaun soon followed after, then just after sunset but before dark, William joined us and we walked approx. 3km out along the low tide's mud flats to reach the strong beautiful waves at the other end. 
We stripped behind the rocks and walked toward the sea. I could see nothing in front of me except darkness, and brilliant, shimmering yellow waves as the crested and crashed toward the shore. we tiptoes in, and then jumped! the water was cold, but our temperatures soon adjusted. we found that running in circles was like leaving a trail (like slugs do with slime) a sparkling, magical trail. Joowon and I started splashing and stirring the water, giggling and laughing. waves would splash against us so strong, up higher than we'd gotten we yet, so we yelped in surprise. That's when we noticed the flashlights, Cari said "hi!" I mean, really? come on. it was two of the guys from the bonfire.
We ran away. and the three girls decided to dress and get back to the bonfire. Joowon and I had not had our fill of nightswimming time, and we were tired of the goofy, I'm shy to be naked girls anyway, so we let them go and went off to swim once more. I sat down on the sand, just in the surf, and let the waves come in and roll toward my face. Joowon ran around full on into the waves. then we sat together stirring up the water and giggling when our arms and legs shimmered. the plankton were so large, like bits of starlight that had fallen from the sky, and no one notices it in the sea, because you really have to take the time to notice. Even as the water receded, our skin continued to shimmer for moments afterward. it's a memory I'll share with fondness for a very long time.By the time we made it back to the bonfire, wet and serene, everyone had figured out where we'd gone and what we'd been doing. I don't care anymore, a little disappointed, as I prefer it to be a private event, in this situation, I'm just glad they left us on our own.
I'm not sure what time it was when we went to sleep, but I know it was when we'd finally run out of firewood, and everyone retired at nearly the same time. There were six of us in our tent, and I'm thankful for it, because the body hear kept us the warmest out of anyone on the island. Three of us cuddled up together under one sleeping bag, because I'd brought a bag, and they thought they'd be okay underneath a sheet. (I'm glad we had a sheet to sleep on.)
Day two began at yoga o'clock. Joowon whispered in my ear, and my left side was so cold, and my right side was so warm. so I got up, there was not much else to do at that point. I had intended to do yoga with the others, but when I go outside, the beach seemed so large, the tide had come in and back out, so it looked clean of prints, and it was so foggy that we couldn't see any of the other islands in the archipelago. I decided to walk into the water, and the water was so lovely that I kept walking off by myself. The Air was so crisp, there were cliffs and green trees to my right, and the ocean to my left. tide pools, sea animals, shells, sand, and bugs stretched out before me. I could hear the rushing of the waves, chirping sandpipers, and the winds blowing lightly. I wanted to kiss the island. I was out of earshot, and it struck me, a song I used to remember, and I tried with great difficulty to recollect the words in my head, then force them and the correct tune out my mouth.
"We are circling, circling together. We are singing, singing our hearts' song. This is unity, This is Family; this is celebration; this is sacred."
...and then this one came to me,
"Earth my body, water my blood, Air my breath and fire my spirit."
I don't know how long I walked and sang this song, but as I walked, my spirits lifted higher and higher. I felt the earth lightly sinking beneath my feet, and a desire to love this place I was standing. I was only interrupted when I looked out into the water, only to see a fish sly out out of the water with all its might, and land back in with a great gloshy bellyflop.
The day continued and it turned out to be an amazing day. The fog finally burned off and the sun heated us up just like we had hoped for. It continued in timelessness of the island with wood collecting, a pancake funeral, bbq of samgypsal, digging for clams, swimming, football, more guitar, hiking in on and around the island, more conversations.
I love camping. it's nice to have a chance to remember why. Now it's back to school. I shuffle in on my toes, the only thing that's not burnt crispy or cut up. I waddle in, exhausted as if I've been trekking for weeks or months, although it's only been just about 48 hours.
With much love~Sus
The sky broke open and shed itself in beams through the thick clouds as it set. Lights changed, colors got brighter, like we were seeing another side of a multifaceted rainbow. We stood over the grassy hill and breathed it in. A crevice-shelf in a sheer cliff rockface, someplace I could just crawl into and sit awhile; heaven itself; the Carebears' Lair; or possibly inspiration itself. We stood and breathed in the sweet, cool air, and basked about like we were brand new, seeing at last--as if it was the first time.
Olympic Park was built for the 1987 Summer Olympics. They like to brag about their medal in Archery that year. But, OH! my! What a beautiful park! I met up with Joowon after school for some mul-naeng-myun, or cold noodle soup, as you would call it. mmm, masshissoyo! Then we froliced through the lovely spring flowers, and around the woods and the trails. we admired the well-landscaped hills on which no one is allowed to sit, walk, or roll, and at one point we found a nice hill that I got to roll down. Joowon took a video--ha! I will post it when she puts it on youtube, as she usually does. Here are some of the photos that she took of me, and some of her awesome flower shots. 
