Imagine a desolate land, removed from civilization, as the site of a quarantine for individuals who contracted a fatally incurable disease. Then they died. That's Treasure Island.
We's day began with plucking a DVD player out of the tree from which it grew.
Seated upon the hour long bus ride that took us over the Bay Bridge and into the no man's land.
Treasure Island. Population: we.
Lovely view of the bay surrounding the man-made island.
Once we escaped the island thanks to our furious swimming efforts, we washed ashore and stumbled into the Fog City Diner, an intergalactic landmark of San Francisco.
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