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Return from Rat Islands

“Get in the shower Robinson Crusoe, you aren’t in the field anymore,” the WideEyedSpouse sounded a little snarky.

“I’m still cleanish,” I whined. So what if I didn’t feel it necessary to shower for the third day in a row. “You know,” I told the Spouse, “you can be too clean.” The Spouse looked me over, “yeah, well, you aren’t.”

I took a shower.

I’m now two weeks back from living in a remote field camp and running a multidisciplinary research program. I am remembering to flush the toilet regularly and I don’t wake up wondering where I am anymore.  I have been warm, dry, and well-rested for days.

I miss the field.

The aching beauty of the landscape.

Corvie Bay North.

Corvie Bay North, Kiska Island.

Tiny, higher elevation young delphinium.

Tiny, higher elevation young delphinium.

Segula.

Segula.

Uncomplicated comforts.

Bathing with a view. Corvie Bay Camp.

Bathing with a view. Corvie Bay Camp.

The pure joy of a job to do, unencumbered by conflicting imperatives.

Heading home.

Heading home.

WideEyedFunk in 40 degree wind and rain in a cliff edge archaeological feature. I love my job.

WideEyedFunk in 40 degree wind and rain in a cliff edge archaeological feature. I love my job.

But my gardens here in Buffalo are in bloom . Hamish the Corgi and Miss Tibbit the Useless Little Black Dog are here. And the WideEyedSpouse once again has my back against the world’s troubles. Home is good too.

 

 

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