It has been 30 plus degrees this past week, impossible to breath without inhaling bugs and dust and frustration. Everything has been breaking, all the vehicles and tools and meters and monitors, one after another. You get grease all over your body and it locks in the heat further until you feel like you're boiling on the inside and baking on the outside. Today we knocked off early, unable to bear the heat any longer, stuck in the swamp with the horseflies and our boots filled with water, so we bailed and called the chopper.
We were dropped off at the river by the pilot, upstream of the beach. With our makeshift waterwings (inflated Ziplocks) and a beer a piece, Nicole and I floated down the river...Right in front of a moose. It was so beautiful. He stood at the waters edge, taking a little bath, laying in the river, as we quietly floated by. He finally noticed us and stood up, enormous and majestic, and ran across the shallow sand banks and into the woods. It was so beautiful. Five minutes later the chopper arrived and plucked us out of the water, and took us back to camp.
I have a wicked job.
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Nice to have you back, I have enjoyed hearing your stories about life in the north!
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