| Today was my first day at the camp where I will be working all summer as a wilderness trip leader. I and another tripper named Elaine flew in to Minneapolis and were picked up by a van that took me most of the way to camp. The assistant camp director Laura drove us the rest of the way.
Northern Wisconsin is really really beautiful! The air is fresh, and the smell of spring is still in the air. The camp itself is really amazing, even though theres only 5 people here right now. When the rest of the staff and the campers show up, its going to be amazing!
You want to know how wild and pristene this place is? We have a Bald Eagle nesting pair who built on a tree right in the middle of the camp. Apparently they're here every year. 'nuff said.
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| I finally got home tonight, but I am not long for this sweet old city called Buffalo. On Sunday morning I will be leaving on a jet plane, to go to my summer job in Wisconsin. |
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| Today was my last day in Port Jefferson.
I started packing up my things. Iris came over and I gave away all my classical music records and my record player. She gave me some cheesecake in return.
I went out to see the sunset for the last time, and took some pictures of it like I usually do. What was unusual though was that today some random bystander told me that I can't take pictures. He said its a matter of national security and I can't take any picture of the harbor, marina, the boats or the power plant. Then he called the cops on me. You'd think if I wanted to get shots of all those things I'd come during the day, when theres actually light, and you could actually see them.
I didn't feel like arguing with the idiot (btw he's wrong, the only area where you can't take pictures is next to the ferry dock, and even the ferry attendants don't care if you take photos there.) so I left and went home.
A police cruiser followed me all the way to my door, which was kind of weird.
The sunset was beautiful and the shots will probably be up on my flickr soon. Were they worth getting yelled at by some weird guy? I'll let you decide.
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| I'm pretty sure I'm going to graduate this semester. Pretty cool right?
I went down the street to the local confectioner's and bought two boxes of their chocolate truffles. One for Dr. Metcalf and another for the rest of the research group. I've been working with them for the past year and a half or so, on various laser research projects. They're at a conference so I left the chocolate in the lab where they will find it.
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