Well, that's it. I'm sitting in our spartan apartment, sipping cold tea and killing time. Five weeks have zipped by and we're leaving Catalina today, scheduled to arrive in San Pedro in the afternoon, hopefully with enough time to beat Friday rush hour traffic. Yes, it's back to these, more urban, concerns now.
Our conversations last night, over leaving drinks, were tinged with the mentality of prison movie discussions. "What's the first thing you're going to do when you get back?" we asked each other, wistfully.
No more worrying about if it's too foggy or windy to take the boats out, no more worrying about rattlesnakes in the shed, no more worrying about walking into the buffalo at the top of a dark hill at night. Catalina, wild indeed.
(On the other hand, no more worrying about whose rotting algae is stinking up the lab, or which groups didn't show up for the mandatory morning meeting, or that someone's sea stars are not behaving.)
I'm going to direct you to my other blog, IndySea, for pictures (if you haven't already seen them on Facebook), which I really do promise I will post soon. Since getting my underwater housing for my camera, nothing short of a new world has opened up to me. Unfortunately, your view of my view into this new world is, for now, staffed by shaky hands and a not-so-masterful use of flash.
I think we're all eager to get back to LA and see our friends and families and pets and Thai food again, but everyone's also sad at having to leave for good. I forsee Wrigley getting a big influx of eager UCLA volunteers in the near future...
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