Me and the whales. They do it just because they can, I do it because we are getting ready to head home.
Today is our last full day on the island and it looks like it will be a beauty. There’s not much packing up to do because others will stay here after we leave. Our food held out and I’ve been foraging a little on the island. Just a little because the plant books say you can eat one plant but be careful because there’s a poisonous plant which looks just like it. Thimble berries are in season and taste sort of like a raspberry but not as sweet.
I’ve feasted on salmon for weeks. Tim wrinkles his nose.
We’ve had pizzas, bagels, apple pies, custards and all sorts of goodies and unfortunately the hula hooping wasn’t as much of a success as I had hoped. I ran around the heliport once or twice but it was a tight circle. The best exercise is climbing up the tower steps, 75 or so. So one of the things I’m looking forward to when I get home is stretching my legs and going for a run. Also to sleep in my own bed.
I’ve had a bunk bed all month, and a low one to boot. If I sit up too quickly I bang my head. And when I get out of bed, I have to arch my back in such a way that I don’t hit the bunk above me, which is thankfully unoccupied. Just as well because the upper bunk acts as my spider shield. Spiders hang out on the ceiling. I have had a chance to remember how much I love my sleeping bag. (notice how I roll it up each morning to prevent spiders from entering it when my back is turned). I’m also looking forward to dry dishes. Everything is so damp here, when I sniffed the bouquet of my first glass of wine, I was mildly nauseated. We’ve been out of wine for a while but I still sniff the plates and mugs. Not a nice habit.
Otherwise, the quarters are very comfortable.
It really has all the comforts. But there’s no place like home.
Since humpback whales are protected, I think it’s a little ironic there’s a harpoon hanging from the wall in penultimate picture
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