So, I promised I would write about our trip to Culebra, an island off of the eastern coast of PR. We have been planning this trip for a couple of weeks, but finally we got up and left on Wednesday for 3 days. We got up very early, leaving at 6:15 in the morning. Seth drove us to the docks to catch our ferry, and we then stood in the every extending line for about a half hour. At this point, a voice came over the loud speaker to inform us that the ferry we wanted to take was sold out, and the next one wouldn't be until 3:30. In the next 20 minutes, we mulled over our options: wait until the next ferry; go to Vieques instead (another island near Culebra); take a charter plane over. As outrageous as it sounds, we took the plane! It's only about $40 per person, so we packed into a taxi and shuttled over. We had to give our weights, as well as the weights of our bags, and before too long we were packing into a plane the size of a matchbox :P The ride was about 13 minutes long, and it was AWESOME. We touched down and got out of the airplane like it was a car. From the terminal, we hoofed our way over to a bike rental shop, and then hopped on our bikes. Mind you, each of us had at least 20 pounds on our backs. Rachel and Alejandro had 50 pounds each. Through the hot sun we rode the 2 ish miles to our campsite, where we set up shop and then immediately jumped in the ocean/took naps. We brought all of our food with us, and so lunch was kind of whenever we felt like it. The beach was beautiful, and the snorkeling was wonderful. So many colorful fish :) We had an early dinner of hot dogs, veggie dogs and turkey burgers, and then lit up an illegal fire for smores. All day we were visited by a friendly kitty, whom we named Ocelot, or Ozzy, or Oshawott. She was super friendly, and very cuddly. We had a good dinner and desert, and we all turned in very early after the long day of traveling for some pretty bad sleep spotted with insects and heat.
The next morning we woke up pretty early and made pancakes for breakfast. Ozzy made another appearance, and we all took turns cuddling. We then took a trip to another beach (Carlos Rosario) for better snorkeling. During this trip, I definitely learned that we are spoiled up here on the mountain with our cool temperatures. On Culebra, the weather was hot hot hot hot hot hot hot and humid. We hiked over to Carlos Rosario, and then snorkeled to our hearts content. The water was so clear, and the fish were even more vibrant than at Flamenco, the beach we stayed at. Parrot fish, jelly fish, angel fish....so wonderful. We then hiked back to our campsite and made tuna for lunch. We finally gave in and gave Ozzy the water from the cans. She was so pleased, and even stuck around after! We hung around again that afternoon, with Rachel Tuber and Alejandro taking a bike ride around the island. I took another nap :) Dinner was pasta, and we make even more smores. Life really is good on islands.
Friday we woke up after another crappy night of sleep. Rachel, Mark and I took a walk along Flamenco in the early morning light, and then made it back for a breakfast of cereal, peanut butter, nutella and bread. We hung around a little bit, snorkeling or reading or relaxing, and then we packed up camp and headed back to our bikes. We biked back to the bike shop, and had lunch in the restaurant below. There were enormous Tarrapin fish swimming in the docks right by our table, and we had delicious food for lunch. We were all starving and super thirsty after the bike ride, and snarfed everything down. We then walked over to the ferry dock to wait in line for tickets for our ferry later that night. A few sat in line, and the rest of us walked around the main town on Culebra to get a glimpse of the city life. The ferry came a little late, but we got on and got home in no time flat (ok, like 3 hours. NBD). Time for a weekend of relaxation and Harry Potter!!
lunes, 25 de julio de 2011
domingo, 24 de julio de 2011
More Pictures!
Ok everyone! I promised more pictures, and I'm making good on my word! Here are a couple of random pictures from these past few weeks here in PR :)
martes, 19 de julio de 2011
A ginger in San Juan? IMPOSSIBLE!!
Well, I successfully guided a ginger around San Juan this past weekend :) He landed on Thursday evening at SJU, and Ed and I picked him up there. We then made our way to our hotel in Condado, called the Sandy Beach. It was very cute; the hotel was a u-shaped building, with a courtyard through the middle, and the hotel was literally 20 steps from the ocean. Every morning we ate breakfast in this courtyard, with the sun shining down on us. Our room was small but comfy, and it was everything we needed. We spent the first night walking along the beach, as Chris had never been to a beach O_o Crazy, right? He loved it at night, and had a great time playing with the tide as it splashed his feet. Not surprising, the boy is a fish. We then went to bed, looking forward to the days ahead of us.
We woke up the next morning, and promptly went to the beach. Of course, he loved it. He was just having the time of his life fighting the waves, and proclaimed he could stay there all day and not get bored. I believed him, honestly. He was just having the time of his life in those waves. We spent a couple of hours in the ocean, during which I made a new fishy friend and Chris did not get burned. After that, we went into Old San Juan to meet Ed for lunch. He took us to one of his favorite restaurants, and we talked about everything from work to sports. Original, I know :P After lunch, Chris and I took a small tour of the streets, and then made our way to a shop that sells handmade gifts. I had bought my mom a thunder machine there when I was here in '09, and she wanted me to bring her back 3 more. When I asked the cashiers if they had any, they yelled and then said no. Typical. However, they did have one at their other store, and so I promptly went and bought it. Chalk one more up for the win. We then had ice cream, walked over to the Castillo de San Felipe and sat on the lawn there. It was a gorgeous day, but hot, so we were just happy to talk while sitting on the grass. We then went on a walk down the Paseo de la Princessa, and then had a long wait for Rachel, Tuber and Alejandro to meet us for dinner. It was nice, though--Chris and I sat and talked, and just took in the beauty of OSJ. Finally we got the go from Rachel to go the the restaurant, but not before one more hiccup. We ran into a man who was telling us a story about his father and him getting mugged in a bad part of OSJ. It was raining, and so Chris and I didn't really know what to do. At the end, he asked us for $8, and so I gave him a $10 to help out. He thanked me, and told me to email him at any point. He also mentioned that his father was the DA of Milwaukee. Chris and I both laughed, and told him we were from Wisconsin. He said we would know his name then. Of course, we didn't. We then went on our way to dinner, and had a wonderful dinner at a pizza place with Tuber, Ed, Alejandro and Rachel. Then it was off to bed.
The next day was a little less eventful. We woke up later and had a relaxing morning, and then headed to a surf shop to rent surf boards. Chris, for those of you who don't know him, is a major wake board fan, and has wanted to try surfing for a really long time. Unfortunately, when we got there, they said that the waves were flat and that it would be a waste of our money to rent boards. So we walked to the beach nearby, and upon getting there I realized that this was the beach where Tuber had his phone stolen O_o. So we were careful, and went swimming at this beach for a little while. We then made our way back to the surf shop, where Chris bought a pair of sandals. Since we came back, they gave us a 10% discount. So nice of them! We then went back to our hotel, swam a bit there, and then showered and got dressed for dinner. Sort of. We also passed out on the bed mid conversation due to being completely exhausted. Silly college kids. We went out to dinner at a little restaurant down the street, and Chris had mofongo (mashed plantains with stew) for the first time. He was pleased, but I don't think it's his favorite :P We then walked around Condado, and talked a lot. That's kind of what we do. We ended the night with some ice cream and some tv, just relaxing to round out a wonderful weekend :)
Sunday was check out day, so of course we slept in :P We had one last swim in the ocean (which was wavy, and so Chris cursed whatever god he could think of at the time), and then packed up and headed out. We stopped for lunch, then caught a cab to the airport to say goodbye. Alejandro picked me up and shuttled me to the WalMart in Rio Grande, where Rachel met me a couple hours later. And thus endeth our weekend in San Juan. We both wished it could have been longer, but it really was a wonderful trip with many great stories and a great person to spend it with :) Pictures soon!
We woke up the next morning, and promptly went to the beach. Of course, he loved it. He was just having the time of his life fighting the waves, and proclaimed he could stay there all day and not get bored. I believed him, honestly. He was just having the time of his life in those waves. We spent a couple of hours in the ocean, during which I made a new fishy friend and Chris did not get burned. After that, we went into Old San Juan to meet Ed for lunch. He took us to one of his favorite restaurants, and we talked about everything from work to sports. Original, I know :P After lunch, Chris and I took a small tour of the streets, and then made our way to a shop that sells handmade gifts. I had bought my mom a thunder machine there when I was here in '09, and she wanted me to bring her back 3 more. When I asked the cashiers if they had any, they yelled and then said no. Typical. However, they did have one at their other store, and so I promptly went and bought it. Chalk one more up for the win. We then had ice cream, walked over to the Castillo de San Felipe and sat on the lawn there. It was a gorgeous day, but hot, so we were just happy to talk while sitting on the grass. We then went on a walk down the Paseo de la Princessa, and then had a long wait for Rachel, Tuber and Alejandro to meet us for dinner. It was nice, though--Chris and I sat and talked, and just took in the beauty of OSJ. Finally we got the go from Rachel to go the the restaurant, but not before one more hiccup. We ran into a man who was telling us a story about his father and him getting mugged in a bad part of OSJ. It was raining, and so Chris and I didn't really know what to do. At the end, he asked us for $8, and so I gave him a $10 to help out. He thanked me, and told me to email him at any point. He also mentioned that his father was the DA of Milwaukee. Chris and I both laughed, and told him we were from Wisconsin. He said we would know his name then. Of course, we didn't. We then went on our way to dinner, and had a wonderful dinner at a pizza place with Tuber, Ed, Alejandro and Rachel. Then it was off to bed.
The next day was a little less eventful. We woke up later and had a relaxing morning, and then headed to a surf shop to rent surf boards. Chris, for those of you who don't know him, is a major wake board fan, and has wanted to try surfing for a really long time. Unfortunately, when we got there, they said that the waves were flat and that it would be a waste of our money to rent boards. So we walked to the beach nearby, and upon getting there I realized that this was the beach where Tuber had his phone stolen O_o. So we were careful, and went swimming at this beach for a little while. We then made our way back to the surf shop, where Chris bought a pair of sandals. Since we came back, they gave us a 10% discount. So nice of them! We then went back to our hotel, swam a bit there, and then showered and got dressed for dinner. Sort of. We also passed out on the bed mid conversation due to being completely exhausted. Silly college kids. We went out to dinner at a little restaurant down the street, and Chris had mofongo (mashed plantains with stew) for the first time. He was pleased, but I don't think it's his favorite :P We then walked around Condado, and talked a lot. That's kind of what we do. We ended the night with some ice cream and some tv, just relaxing to round out a wonderful weekend :)
Sunday was check out day, so of course we slept in :P We had one last swim in the ocean (which was wavy, and so Chris cursed whatever god he could think of at the time), and then packed up and headed out. We stopped for lunch, then caught a cab to the airport to say goodbye. Alejandro picked me up and shuttled me to the WalMart in Rio Grande, where Rachel met me a couple hours later. And thus endeth our weekend in San Juan. We both wished it could have been longer, but it really was a wonderful trip with many great stories and a great person to spend it with :) Pictures soon!
martes, 12 de julio de 2011
Wonderful weather we're having, huh?
One thing that has been hard to get used to here is the weather. It will be predicted as beautiful and sunny for the whole week, and then it will pour. The reverse happens as well. A good example is this weekend. We were planning on visiting Culebra, an island off of the east side of PR (usually paired with Vieques), but the predicted weather was thunderstorms the whole time we were there. So, we decided to postpone our trip, as we wanted a beautifully clear trip for snorkeling and sleeping on the beach. Of course, because we decided not to go, the next three days were practically rain free, with a tiny bit of rain on Friday morning and some sprinkles here and there throughout. Typical. But, we made use of ourselves by patching Barbie's flat tire and heading to the beach here at Luquillo, which is the same beach we went to for Noche del San Juan (running into the ocean backwards). It truly is a beautiful beach, and we couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day. We've gotten a good feel for each other's idiosyncracies ("No, Rachel, I still don't want to go swimming" is in all of our arsenals now :P), but you can guarantee that there will always be at least one person willing to go to the beach if you ask. I mean, who wouldn't want to go?
The weather makes work a little more difficult as well. While we are all hardy people, we have our breaking point with rain and cold. Inside the forest, it is always a nice temperature, and in the sun we never have to worry about overheating or frying. However, once it starts raining, work becomes just a little more testing. Wet clothes are one thing, but looking up to ID trees becomes more treacherous when you are dodging raindrops every .5 seconds. Also, as data recorder, I have the short end of the stick when it begins raining. We use write-in-rain paper, which is waterproof--the water just beads up and can be wiped off in light rain. When it starts to thunderstorm, however, it doesn't matter how waterproof your paper is; it's still paper. I have lots of tricks, but in the end we always come back with a lot of soggy paper balls at the bottom of our clipboard. We make the best of it in the rain-lots of jokes, lots of laughing, and the idea in the back of our heads that if it really does get bad, we can always go in. So, in the end, I'm just trying to paint a picture of the soggy mess that we were today upon coming back from the field after 3 hours of thunderstorms :)
Next blog will 1) be from my new computer, 2) have lots of pictures, and 3) be all about chris' and my adventures in San Juan! He's coming here for the weekend, and I am extremely excited :) Everyone should be as well!!
The weather makes work a little more difficult as well. While we are all hardy people, we have our breaking point with rain and cold. Inside the forest, it is always a nice temperature, and in the sun we never have to worry about overheating or frying. However, once it starts raining, work becomes just a little more testing. Wet clothes are one thing, but looking up to ID trees becomes more treacherous when you are dodging raindrops every .5 seconds. Also, as data recorder, I have the short end of the stick when it begins raining. We use write-in-rain paper, which is waterproof--the water just beads up and can be wiped off in light rain. When it starts to thunderstorm, however, it doesn't matter how waterproof your paper is; it's still paper. I have lots of tricks, but in the end we always come back with a lot of soggy paper balls at the bottom of our clipboard. We make the best of it in the rain-lots of jokes, lots of laughing, and the idea in the back of our heads that if it really does get bad, we can always go in. So, in the end, I'm just trying to paint a picture of the soggy mess that we were today upon coming back from the field after 3 hours of thunderstorms :)
Next blog will 1) be from my new computer, 2) have lots of pictures, and 3) be all about chris' and my adventures in San Juan! He's coming here for the weekend, and I am extremely excited :) Everyone should be as well!!
martes, 5 de julio de 2011
Saving Space
So I haven't really had many adventures in the past week, save for the introduction of a car called "Barbie" that we as volunteers are occasionally able to drive. So far we've taken her into Fajardo for dinner, and into Rio Grande for an oil change and groceries. And yet somehow in the sitting-in-our-parking-lot stage of things, she managed to get a flat tire. Typical. TIPR.
Aside from Barbie, things were relatively quiet this week. I think we're all starting to realize that the station is rather small, and we have little to no privacy...ever. Our rooms house way more people than they're meant to; the kitchen is always overflowing with bodies; there is always someone coming or going from the big building, and there is always someone there to ask you what you're up to, whether you're ready to talk or not. It takes some getting used to initially, but there is also a backlash about 4 weeks in (hey, that's today!) where you realize all you want is to be by yourself, in your own room, minding your own business. It comes and goes, but its something to be aware of. Everyone here is still wonderful though, and I couldn't have asked for a better crew of "housemates".
I guess there was one or two other events in this past week. On Sunday we resurrected an old ping pong table for a healthy round robin to determine "the champ". I made a valiant effort, winning my first seed against Whitney and then getting whomped by Tuber 21-2 in the second round. Ah well, I was not built for sports. TJ the DJ ended up winning, and we all gave him a hearty pat on the back and a well deserved "Good Jorb!" Also, why has no one else thought of the nickname "Lazir Lizar"? GENIUS.
Also, there was a barbeque at the house of one of the professors for the REU students, so we all piled into whatever vehicles we could find and made it out there. One thing to note about PR is that all of the houses are extremely small in comparison to Continental standards. It has nothing to do with economic viability or any lack of space; simply put by Bob, what use do these people have for a large house when they have a perfectly good outside that is available year round? This has been hard for me to get used to, as most houses are smaller than my grandmother's house, but it is something I can support for sure. Economically, environmentally, and emotionally viable. Two thumbs up. Read my paper on Midwest flooding for that to make more sense. Anyway, the barbeque was delightful. I killed at baseball, or, as the others would put it, "made an ass of myself," and everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves.
One final note--as soon as I get my new computer (which will be on the 14th when Chris comes), I will post more pictures. It's not easy to do on public computers. Hasta luego!
Aside from Barbie, things were relatively quiet this week. I think we're all starting to realize that the station is rather small, and we have little to no privacy...ever. Our rooms house way more people than they're meant to; the kitchen is always overflowing with bodies; there is always someone coming or going from the big building, and there is always someone there to ask you what you're up to, whether you're ready to talk or not. It takes some getting used to initially, but there is also a backlash about 4 weeks in (hey, that's today!) where you realize all you want is to be by yourself, in your own room, minding your own business. It comes and goes, but its something to be aware of. Everyone here is still wonderful though, and I couldn't have asked for a better crew of "housemates".
I guess there was one or two other events in this past week. On Sunday we resurrected an old ping pong table for a healthy round robin to determine "the champ". I made a valiant effort, winning my first seed against Whitney and then getting whomped by Tuber 21-2 in the second round. Ah well, I was not built for sports. TJ the DJ ended up winning, and we all gave him a hearty pat on the back and a well deserved "Good Jorb!" Also, why has no one else thought of the nickname "Lazir Lizar"? GENIUS.
Also, there was a barbeque at the house of one of the professors for the REU students, so we all piled into whatever vehicles we could find and made it out there. One thing to note about PR is that all of the houses are extremely small in comparison to Continental standards. It has nothing to do with economic viability or any lack of space; simply put by Bob, what use do these people have for a large house when they have a perfectly good outside that is available year round? This has been hard for me to get used to, as most houses are smaller than my grandmother's house, but it is something I can support for sure. Economically, environmentally, and emotionally viable. Two thumbs up. Read my paper on Midwest flooding for that to make more sense. Anyway, the barbeque was delightful. I killed at baseball, or, as the others would put it, "made an ass of myself," and everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves.
One final note--as soon as I get my new computer (which will be on the 14th when Chris comes), I will post more pictures. It's not easy to do on public computers. Hasta luego!
jueves, 30 de junio de 2011
A word from the wise
Never announce out loud that you are having a round of really good luck. If you do, subsequently:
*You will fall on your butt. In a puddle. On rocks.
*You will make ramen, and then decide it looks better on your feet.
*You will choke on tea. Serves you right for drinking tea.
*You will spend hours working on data, only to have it expire into the abyss that is the intertubes, never to be found again.
*You will spill juice all over your computer, thus frying it and preventing it from ever working correctly again. And thus branding yourself a true moron.
*You will wash your laundry, only to find that your laundry didn't actually get washed and troll-washer just made a free dollar.
*You will go on a trip, and get a blow-out in the newest tire on the truck.
*You will be on the same trip, and your driver will get pulled over by a cop who is out of his car, and give him a speeding ticket during the only stretch he was not speeding.
*You, being deathly afraid of heights, will be faced with a 15-foot jump into rushing water, only to slip and fall, almost falling off of the edge. In a stroke of good luck, you will save yourself with your feet and had about 6 inches before the edge.
*You will still need to jump off the 15-foot drop, as it is the only way to get down. Safe travels. Hope you don't land on your back....ohhhh, good attempt. 7.2.
*You will realize that in saving your life, you have sprained your wrist. Or you're just a weinie, and can't handle pain. Either way, enjoy sporting a wrist wrap for the next week.
*Also, suddenly rain. Only during fieldwork, though.
These accounts are likely to be encountered within the next few days after said "lucky" statement. Prepare yourself. You will need:
*Spare food
*Spare computer
*Spare arm
*Ace bandage
*Indelible funds
*A hug
*You will fall on your butt. In a puddle. On rocks.
*You will make ramen, and then decide it looks better on your feet.
*You will choke on tea. Serves you right for drinking tea.
*You will spend hours working on data, only to have it expire into the abyss that is the intertubes, never to be found again.
*You will spill juice all over your computer, thus frying it and preventing it from ever working correctly again. And thus branding yourself a true moron.
*You will wash your laundry, only to find that your laundry didn't actually get washed and troll-washer just made a free dollar.
*You will go on a trip, and get a blow-out in the newest tire on the truck.
*You will be on the same trip, and your driver will get pulled over by a cop who is out of his car, and give him a speeding ticket during the only stretch he was not speeding.
*You, being deathly afraid of heights, will be faced with a 15-foot jump into rushing water, only to slip and fall, almost falling off of the edge. In a stroke of good luck, you will save yourself with your feet and had about 6 inches before the edge.
*You will still need to jump off the 15-foot drop, as it is the only way to get down. Safe travels. Hope you don't land on your back....ohhhh, good attempt. 7.2.
*You will realize that in saving your life, you have sprained your wrist. Or you're just a weinie, and can't handle pain. Either way, enjoy sporting a wrist wrap for the next week.
*Also, suddenly rain. Only during fieldwork, though.
These accounts are likely to be encountered within the next few days after said "lucky" statement. Prepare yourself. You will need:
*Spare food
*Spare computer
*Spare arm
*Ace bandage
*Indelible funds
*A hug
viernes, 24 de junio de 2011
Community living
For those of you who have never lived in a place where at least 20 of you are vying for kitchen space, dorm space, communal space, and, to be completely honest, sometimes personal space....you are missing out.
The mornings here at El Verde are among the most beautiful I have groggily stared at through my half closed lids. The sun doesn't hit above the trees until about 8 or 9, so at 7 when we get up for work, the light is still dim enough to be pleasant and welcoming before turning scorchingly hot and bright. Luckily, for that part of the day we are in the dark forest. Those of us who leave for work at 8 mingle in the kitchen and on the porch at 7ish, and eat our breakfast or make our lunch in the tiniest space possible so as not to impede on the other 100 people around. While it sounds uncomfortable and frustrating, it actually becomes somewhat routine and reliable, and really not uncomfortable at all. You can remember who gets up when, and who you need to dance around to get to the door or the fridge. It's a dance, and as everyone knows, we are all just dancing through life (yeah, I hate myself too).
It is also an interesting blend of people here, to say the least. As an example, I give you last night, which was la Noche de San Juan, a night where Puerto Ricans go to the beach at midnight and jump into the ocean backwards. Of course, we all wanted to go. So the REU students and the census gang (us), along with a couple of other El Verdeans piled into a few cars and drove down into Luquillo to hang out and relax before jumping into the sea. During our waiting room time, we had conversations ranging from the philosophical to the geographical to the emotional and to the down right hilarious. Everyone spins their own web, and it is truly inspiring to see what everyone has to say about things you may have thought common place. Plus, who doesn't like jokes?
As a perfect example of our ingenuity, what did we do on Wednesday night? We made an Apples to Apples: El Verde game. That's right. We made one. And then spent the better part of two hours playing it. This way, we could put in whatever nouns and adjectives we wanted, such as alarm clocks, turtles, Bear Gryllz; elegant, ostentatious, and floppy. I may not have won, but I think that may be the most fun I have ever had playing Apples to Apples. And those of you who know me know I love Apples to Apples. Enough said.
In short, life here is unique. We make our living working in the forest, and then come back to our little jungle oasis to have conversations about work or play (mostly work....we're nerdy). I find myself more drawn to the people here every day, and I hope that the atmosphere that surrounds this place has reached you guys a little. There is something very welcoming about this little remote station, and I hope that I have become a part of that inviting force. Or will soon come to be.
The mornings here at El Verde are among the most beautiful I have groggily stared at through my half closed lids. The sun doesn't hit above the trees until about 8 or 9, so at 7 when we get up for work, the light is still dim enough to be pleasant and welcoming before turning scorchingly hot and bright. Luckily, for that part of the day we are in the dark forest. Those of us who leave for work at 8 mingle in the kitchen and on the porch at 7ish, and eat our breakfast or make our lunch in the tiniest space possible so as not to impede on the other 100 people around. While it sounds uncomfortable and frustrating, it actually becomes somewhat routine and reliable, and really not uncomfortable at all. You can remember who gets up when, and who you need to dance around to get to the door or the fridge. It's a dance, and as everyone knows, we are all just dancing through life (yeah, I hate myself too).
It is also an interesting blend of people here, to say the least. As an example, I give you last night, which was la Noche de San Juan, a night where Puerto Ricans go to the beach at midnight and jump into the ocean backwards. Of course, we all wanted to go. So the REU students and the census gang (us), along with a couple of other El Verdeans piled into a few cars and drove down into Luquillo to hang out and relax before jumping into the sea. During our waiting room time, we had conversations ranging from the philosophical to the geographical to the emotional and to the down right hilarious. Everyone spins their own web, and it is truly inspiring to see what everyone has to say about things you may have thought common place. Plus, who doesn't like jokes?
As a perfect example of our ingenuity, what did we do on Wednesday night? We made an Apples to Apples: El Verde game. That's right. We made one. And then spent the better part of two hours playing it. This way, we could put in whatever nouns and adjectives we wanted, such as alarm clocks, turtles, Bear Gryllz; elegant, ostentatious, and floppy. I may not have won, but I think that may be the most fun I have ever had playing Apples to Apples. And those of you who know me know I love Apples to Apples. Enough said.
In short, life here is unique. We make our living working in the forest, and then come back to our little jungle oasis to have conversations about work or play (mostly work....we're nerdy). I find myself more drawn to the people here every day, and I hope that the atmosphere that surrounds this place has reached you guys a little. There is something very welcoming about this little remote station, and I hope that I have become a part of that inviting force. Or will soon come to be.
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