Baby Bird

Holy crap, guys, so much penguin action!  Adelies hunkering down on rocks, toddling around the middle of town, trying to catch a ride in a van:

Why walk when you can flap?

And now we do all the goodbyes and last-minute partying and deer-in-the-headlights realization that we're all headed back to the world.  We even have a Goodbye Gauntlet, with people lining up in tunnel formation, to hug and smile and wave as people leave for each flight.  It has been such a fun season.  Like always, I'm not particularly itching to leave, but I'm looking forward to New Zealand, and then Alaska, and then back again.

Seasonal work forces you to exercise the letting-go muscle.  Things ramp up, wind down, and then are lost in the rearview mirror before you know where you are.  But I still hold by a certain sentiment, with apologies to Lord Tennyson: It is better to have eaten too much cake and barfed than never to have eaten cake at all.  I think.  I'm a little confused, and nauseas, so I might have misquoted.

See you in Michigan, Alaska, Antarctica, or wherever you let me sleep on your couch in exchange for cooking dinner!

It does eventually set.  Also, penguins on the bottom right.

fwends