We walk the island at Hudson Crossing, upstate New York, with old friends and their family. At one point I go down to the river, causing me to fall back a bit from the group. And suddenly I’m struck by the love of the first people of this place, and the way they held something down here—a kind of double. I go on as I slowly catch everyone up, and come across, at the river’s edge, a turtle statue. Then on the bridge we are together again, and I look down and see, in the river below, an actual turtle…on the edge of this island—on this Turtle Island.