Monday 7/9.
The day is cool and mostly cloudy. Thoughts of yesterday’s events are still heavy on our minds. The implications of the crash are so huge for this little community. A couple of helicopters flew in during the day (probably press), and there were inspectors at the crash site yesterday afternoon taking measurements and examining the wreckage.
We take Das Bot out for one last spin on Muncho Lake and test the waters again for fish—nada, although I do get one strike. A virtual fog of mosquitoes as we got things organized in the boat. Our Lemon/Eucalyptus stuff keeps them at bay, but we donned our head nets to keep them out of our eyes and mouth. When we get out on the lake, Nancy has wrapped hers around her head and it looks like a HAIR net instead—positively eastern European.
Cottonwoods are shedding seeds, and the air is filled with floating cotton balls. Looks a little like snow. Nancy does quick rendition of Tammy. (Check Debbie Reynolds on the internet if you need to understand this reference.)
We spend most of the day updating the blog so that we can do postings when we get to Watson Lake tomorrow. We’ll spend the night here again and leave first thing in the morning. (Perhaps “first thing in the morning” Honolulu time.)
“Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink” or “Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink”. I think the former and Nancy the latter. It would be easy to resolve if we had internet, but that won’t happen until at least Watson Lake. Either way, The Ancient Mariner quote is apropos to our current situation. While we are parked on the edge of a vast lake, we are extremely low on fresh water and our waste tanks are nearly full. We are aggressively conserving. I’m doing my part by not sweating. Of course this is made easier as the temperature is in the 50s.
