PKS OBX IMS 2010

Final stats

2010-07-29T14:08:00.001-07:00

Because scientists love numbers:

Days at work: 41

Hours work: about 400 (396) including travel and overnights

Total pay: $2,400

Pay per hour: $6.00

Sites worked:

· PKS 176

· PKS 182

· PKS 184

· PKS 220

· PKS 252

· PKS 260

· NC Aquarium

· Morris Landing (near Topsail, NC)

· Jones Island (near Swansboro)

· Hatteras Island

Number of seines: app. 50

Fykes: app. 50

Species caught, ID’d: upwards of 4,000

Lab crew:

· Rachel Gittman – pHd candidate

· Michael Prakfa – undergrad at UNC

· Jane Lee – UNC graduate

· Diana Roycroft

Favorite site: Jones Island

Least favorite: Morris Landing

Favorite fish: mummichog

Least favorite: pinfish

The end.

2010-07-29T13:53:00.001-07:00

Early wake up. It’s the last day. 8 weeks ago I was up and going, nervous and excited. This morning, the long hours and demanding routine caught up with me. I am pretty exhausted! Work at 7am because I wouldn’t be allowed to leave without one more day of field work. Rachel decided to take us to Morris Landing to do vegetation. So we got an early start to avoid high tide. Thankfully it was a bit overcast so the heat didn’t take over right away. It was weird to be out and know that I wasn’t going to get wet. Today was devoted solely to plants. Vegetation sampling involves working along transects. We basically run 12 meter lines along the coast, from water to upland. On the transect we pick three locations where we drop 1 meter quadrats. We then record percent cover for each plant, count stems, and measure heights. After 3 transects, the task becomes monotonous and quite dull. But it is a very important part of the research. The easy quadrats are the ones we measure in the water and on sand. But the upland quadrats are usually in some pretty thick plants……lots of tall grasses and my favorite, Juncus (terrible…..it could poke your eye out). We were making good progress until we saw a dark cloud moving towards us. No way! The one day in 8 weeks that it was going to rain. And I wasn’t even supposed to be out in the field. Sure enough we got rain. It poured. We worked on, until the thunder started. I couldn’t believe it. Karma. We finished 2/3 of the task and then hopped in the van to eat and stay out of the storm. Well it didn’t pass over so we left. Done.

Back at the lab we unloaded and then I realized it was over. I was really finished. I feel bad now realizing how much more work they are going to have to do. Fish sampling will continue each month until October. The whole process will start again in the spring. So I have only been a part of a small blip in the whole project. It’s nice to know that I was able to contribute a lot of time to her work and I am certainly looking forward to the final results. I don’t’ anticipate the paper being completed for another year and a half. Probably just around the time I am going to be graduating!

All in all I am really happy with my decision to intern at the lab. It was a very rewarding experience and I learned a lot not just about science, but about everyday things - from cooking on my own, to driving a truck, to conducting personal research, to organizing a group of people to work together. I feel like I have grown up a lot this summer and got a great look into post-grad life. I can’t say right now what I want to do for sure after graduation. I am thinking that a career in the sciences is probably not going to be a top choice. I can’t say that I can see myself doing what I did this summer for the rest of my life. But that in no way means that this summer was for nothing. It was perhaps even more important to participate in a unique opportunity so I know what else is out there in the world and see for myself how such an operation is conducted.

Many thanks to Rachel Gittman and the Peterson lab for accepting me as an intern.

easing into closure

2010-07-29T13:37:00.001-07:00

Last minute changes in our schedule called for today as my final day in the lab. It was also my final day with Michael around before he headed to New York city. The day was spent doing tasks in the wet lab facility and staying dry! I organized and cleaned, counted frozen shrimp, and tried to ID all of our frozen unknown fish species. It was a nice change of pace and not too repetitive. I also was able to enjoy hanging out in the lab with the other technicians because we were each doing our own tasks….and we finally had a means of playing an ipod, which meant legit music without skipping. The highlight of the day however was our lunch break. The lab treated me to lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, El Zarape. We had about 10 people go and feast compared to our typical lunch breaks. So so good.

Family arrived today. It’s finally hitting me that my time here on the Crystal Coast is at an end.

A Natural Farewell

2010-07-29T13:29:00.000-07:00

Today’s sampling trip was to, the recently voted team favorite site, Jones Island. We headed out this afternoon, stopping at Subway first of course!

With the boat fully loaded, we sped off towards the island. Business as usual. By mid afternoon we were working the sites. Thank goodness we didn’t have any plants or transects to run!!!!! This meant that all the technicians were working on fish sampling. It was hot hot hot!!! But the fun began. We hardly caught any fish and completed the process by 5 pm (record speed). It was an emotional closure for me! My last seining procedure and my last fyke net set. I’ve had my mind set forward for so long that the end finally caught up with me and it was quite a surprise.

Delicious picnic dinner at our favorite picnic tables, Frisbee triangles, lounging, and gin rummy (our favorite card game)! Finally the time dwindled to 10:30 and we could set out nets by the light of a full moon.

It was a rough 6 hours of sleep, if I got anywhere near that at all. We were up by 4:30 am to retrieve nets….my last fyke retrieval and last time up so early for a long time!!!! BUGS!!!!! Little terrorists! Because there was no wind out, they attacked in number. The ringleaders were nouseeums. As Michael said “It feels like I am on crack.” We were constantly yelling, slapping, and itching….while attempting to count fish. Not a very enjoyable last experience. But once again we didn’t catch very many fish. By 6:00 am our boat was loaded and we were preparing to head back to the mainland. Very quick! The sun started coming up over the horizon and it was breathtaking. A gorgeous natural farewell to my field work. And then as we pulled away from shore, dolphins jumped around our boat. Its almost as if I am being persuaded to stick around haha.

Clean up. Home. Two more days.

TEAM

2010-07-24T15:24:00.001-07:00

Nothing could have prepared me for the beast of a week I just finished. And to be honest, I am still finding it hard to believe that I survived the ordeal. But I found it very rewarding to push myself to the limits. I was pleasantly surprised to see how far I could go.

Day 1: Roadtrip to a new destination…..Morris Landing. Continuing my tour of the east coast, we left the lab around 11am and drove an hour and a half south to the Topsail beach area. There is a Natural Reserve that Rachel is now using for her research. After a car ride of studying GRE vocabulary, we drove to the end of the road that literally dumped right into the sound… welcome to Morris Landing. All that exists at this site is a boat ramp and a wooden pier (small). Picnic lunch complete with our famous watermelon snack. Work begins: Michael and I started seining. I took one step into the sound and sunk to my ankles…..hello mud. It was a joke….literally I laughed at how ridiculous it was. Every step meant sinking. Probably the worst nightmare for my knee…plant and twist. Finally we got the seine set and started walking. Hello wind. The wind inflated the net and tried to send it flying like a kite. So with strong wind, currents, and sinking mud, we started walking. Hello fish. Lots of fish. A new species….bay anchovies. Fun fact- they die pretty much instantly out of the water. The process was sooo slloowww. The wind meant I had to hand weigh everything. I sat on a bucket cramming fish into ziplock bags and hanging them on hand held scales. An hour and a half later we finished our first site….5 to go!!!! By 4 pm we were done with 2 sites and the tide was coming in really fast. (that was 3 hours later). Frustration set in as Rachel was clearly getting annoyed at how long we were taking. Michael and I kept our cool and pushed on. Eventually we ended up bagging all the shrimp to weigh/measure later. Finally at 7 we finished. A sloppy miracle. Very very tiring and mentally draining. We headed to Surf city to grab some dinner. Ended up at an Italian place and had some yummy pizza. Trust me, we ate as slow as possible to stall getting back to the Landing.

We set up tents next to a pile of oysters. It was a joke thinking we were going to sleep there but the tents were great for anti-mosquito protection. The bugs were terrible! So we huddled in the tent, eating hot tamales and playing catch phrase and cards to kill some time. The temperature in the tent reached upwards of 90 degrees. Finally at 1 am we got back to work pulling in the fyke nets. We set up a little camp station where Jane and I counted and measured fish. Yay for having actual chairs. But the lantern attracted some crazy insects. Michael and Rachel had a run in with two pairs of yellow eyes in the marsh (and some crazy sounds). We believe that they were a pair of foxes. Sort, measure, count, bag, weigh, repeat. 2 am ….. 2:30 am….3 am…..3:30 am done. Throw everything in the van. Start driving. Make the car 60 degrees to keep Rachel awake. Try not to fall asleep. In and out of conscious. 5 am back at the lab. Just want to get home.

6am shower, snack, bed time.

10am force myself to wake up

spend the day exerting minimal energy

amazing night of sleep

Day 3: pack up the truck. Roll out after lunch. Destination SOBX. (forgot our pastries in the lab….terrible). THe whole trip takes about 5-6 hours….sitting in the car, sitting in line, sitting on the ferry. A lot of sitting and waiting. And trying to stay as cool as possible. Heat indexes around 100. I finished re-reading the 7^th Harry Potter book as my entertainment. We had a nice dinner in Ocracoke before waiting out a long ferry line to Hatteras. Lots and lots of people in the OBX this weekend. Stocked up at the grocery and finally reached our lab house.

Day 4: I made everyone cinnamon roles for our pre-work breakfast. Then we went to the marina and met up with our boat guy – Jim. He is awesome!!! Jim hauls our equipment across the channel and tells us stories about fishing. The routine began. Well the seining was quick because we hardly caught anything! Literally ZERO fish in one of the nets. Otherwise it was pretty much just handfulls. The heat was definitely the worst this whole summer. I think that my experience at camp really has helped me learn how to cope with heat. I know it was hot. But I adjusted and really didn’t have a big problem with it. I just accept what its going to be like and try not to think about it. So my resilience to the heat made me maintain a good level of energy. You could definitely tell everyone was slowing down though. By noon especially. Unfortunately, the vegetation sampling was taking a while. We had to break for lunch because there was no way we could keep going. No shade. And the bugs were terrible because we lost the wind. MY escape was my Yummy PBJ. The problem now was that we had planned to be done. Hence I did not have my sunscreen. It reached the point where we could feel out skin burning. This resulted in very creative wraps. Rachel was walking around in a towel cape, I tied my rash guard across my shoulders and into my sunglasses to shade my nose. Still 6 more transects of vegetation to go. Hoorah! The water was boiling. Easily hot tub worthy. Everything was stagnant. Michael and I were counting plants. He climbed through some pretty crazy shrubs that could have easily poked out eyes. It was 2 pm now. We were all starting to daze…heat exhaustion and dehydration setting in. But somehow we finished.

AMAZING shower. Sat on the couch and didn’t move for like 2 hours. The interns drove down to Buxton and ate dinner at a Grille. I had ½ pound of boiled shrimp and veggies. Man it hit the spot. I love it when you have the perfect meal.

7:00pm. Time to break out the canoe and paddle ourselves back to our site. Set the fyke nets. And I ended up sitting inside one of the fyke nets haha.

9:00pm Bed

1:30 am awake. Already. Geeze. Canoe again. Still. MOSQUITOS. No wind.

It’s all really a blur now. But Thank goodness the process only took us a little over an hour. A miracle really because it has taken use upwards of 4 hours. But our catch numbers were low. It is a but discouraging to realize that all of the driving, unloading, set up, etc… involved for the Hatteras site only ends up in us catching a very small amount of fish. The same occurred last time. I know it’s part of the research…..but sometimes I question the rationality.

4 am bed…..can’t fall asleep. 6 am finally asleep. 7 am awake again

back to the site. Pack up all the gear. Pile it in the truck. Head to the ferry. The whole island decided to take the 9 am ferry. We spent over an hour sitting in the same spot in line. Finally on the ferry. The ferry almost got stuck on a sandbar. I can only imagine……..

12:30 ferry to Cedar Island. A very long 2 hours. Drive back to the lab.

5:00 pm Home.

Tired yet of reading this. I would be. It might seem like a downer but I really wanted to show the rigor of the job. This was a hard week. But I know that in a few months I will look back and laugh at how ridiculous it was but also how accomplished I feel. THe best thing about this week was that I feel like our lab got a lot closer. We have really reached the level of a team. We work well together and have a good time. We no longer talk just about work but about other more personal things. We play games, laugh a lot, make fun of each other, do ridiculous things, and share some pretty incredible memories. We each have our highs and lows. But in the end, I think we have bonded really well. Fun fact: I have been awake and working with the people in my lab at every hour of the day. 5 am to 4am. We have seen each other in a very raw and real environment. It doesn’t get much more true than that.

Only 4 more days left. Hard to believe it has been 8 weeks.

Time capsule

2010-07-18T12:45:00.001-07:00

Wednesday

Done.

I survived 4 overnights unscathed and still in one piece. My body is aching now from hauling and lack of sleep. But the sense of accomplishment is overpowering. Two major rewards today: 1. A large flounder that we caught and 2. Panera breakfast greeting us when we finished counting fish at 7:30am. Best bacon, egg, and cheese ever!!! Consensus on the flounder was dinner. So with a background of rain and thunder, I spent the day napping and relaxing before heading over to Rachel’s house in Beaufort. The flounder was now covered in onions, lemon, and was baked. Haha owell. We ended up having quite a feast with the lab gang. A great gathering

….actually our first outside of work. Learned a lot about everyone I work with and realized that we haven’t really gotten to know each other. Yay group bonding!

First full night’s sleep in ag

es. AMAZING!!!!!

Thursday:

Chill day in the lab. I tackled data entry and powered through it for the whole day. Thank you ipod.

Went and saw the Morehead city Marlins play baseball with some of the other interns. Being social! It was nice to be enjoying something that the locals were involved with. Lots of families and diehard fans. Altho

ugh I really dislike baseball and find it incredibly boring, it was a great activity just to sit and watch effortlessly during a beautiful sunset.

Friday: Day off = beach all day long. Really I have only had a handful of these this whole summer. I decided to stay dry and spend the day reading….The Little Prince and a quick reread of the 7^th Harry Potter. I watched a poor stingray get tortured by a kid who somehow caught him in his thrownet. But I decided not to intervene. Dinner at my favorite PKS spot….the Ramada. Movie night….Sweet Home Alabama…..chick flick, I know but it’s a classic.

Saturday:

Turned out to be a surprise day for me!!!!! Laura’s parents were in town so I headed to Camp Seagull with the whole group. We planned to tour the camp and go out on a motorboat. Well, surprise surprise, the afternoon storm rolled in. But we stuck it out.

THe fact that I drove my car onto CSG’s grounds was crazy. After my 7 years in the Camp family, I had never accomplished this. To be honest, I’d only been to Seagull for 4^th of July (6 times), for golf team, for racing team, for tower team, for staff dinner, fireball carnival, and maybe that’s all. It’s sacred grounds from the perspective of a CSF camper. But in one day I drove through the gates, checked out the main office, and walked around camp like I owned the place haha. Thanks to having two Seagull counselors with us, and the lax rules we were able to roam. The boys were stuck in their cabins but unlike rainy days at Seafarer, they were out running around their cabins, no shoes, no shirts. Literally a little boys’ dream. It was the first time I got an outside glimpse of how things really operate there. It’s amazing how different the two camps really are. I also go to walk through the sacred sailloft and motor repair, and the racing room. All home to the infamous Seagull sea program. Its really overpowering to walk down to the dock and see the enormity of their program. 60 sunfish, 5 hobies, 12 lightnings, lasers, 30 boston whalers, outboards, etc….very impressive. But I was astonished at how clean and organized everything was. Really neat….to the t. Walking around the loft brought back memories from the 2004 summer when I was on racing team. 14 years old, nervous about racing with boys, I had been at the loft preparing for a day of racing. Little blips popped in my mind all day. I read the list of camper champions names for sailing seeing names of campers that had been central to cabin drama, old Johnny Seagulls, sailing, legends…….there it was. My teenage years. CSF and CSG are like time capsules. Passing the mess hall, I remember running through it for golf team, singing to the boys. Or the time I ran into Matt Sims running across the soccer field after 4^th of July.

I was at Seagull for an hour or so. It was raining as I said before. Everyone was supposed to be in their cabins. I was standing at

the mess hall. A figure runs towards me, counselor. Closer Closer. No way. It’s Lambert. You have to be joking. Literally, the one Seagull counselor I knew was at camp. Just so happened to be on his way to his cabin. And just so happened to run into me. Camp is a weird place.

I am so so so happy to be a part of the Camp family. It’s a magical place.

We ventured to CSF to give the girl’s camp tour. Every time I drive through the gates I am overwhelmed with a since of fun, of energy, of personality, of character, of me. I feel like I am truly myself. I always have the urge to yell, to sing, to give hugs, to smile. As the front sign reads….”future leaders of the world at play.”

And we made it just in time to take out an outboard. A rare treat to go out on a motorboat. A blast of a ride though. Since acti

vity period ended, we decided to head out of camp. Also, an infamous dark cloud was rolling in. 5:40 girls outside on the porches, shaving, and pizza boxes out back. Cookout and dance!!!

We drove to New Bern and enjoyed a delicious dinner downtown followed by an evening of pool and games at their hotel. I had a wonderful time. Best part about it, was that the whole day was unplanned. I didn’t have to worry about any logistics. I simply went with the flow. And things worked out. Lovely.

As you leave the gates of camp a sigh reads, Come back and play with us. I think to myself, when will I be back. I always come back. But what will the circumstances be. I hope nothing changes. My time capsule. So real, so alive.

Blue lights and silhouettes

2010-07-13T09:44:00.002-07:00

I walked into the marsh around 4 am and was about to retrieve a net. I looked down and saw that as I moved around, tiny blue fluorescent lights flashed in the water. I waved my hand through the water and little blue sparkles would shine. I stopped moving, looked up and for the first time recognized the beauty of the early morning in a marsh. Everything is still. The water hardly ripples, an occasional fish leaps out of the water, the bugs sing in harmony. And out into the horizon, a deep blue light escapes from the darkness. Stillness. I breath a sigh of relief and completely relax. Meanwhile my other lab partner is stressing about walking through oysters and completing the job. All of a sudden I become one with the marsh. I feel apart of its being. No fear. No rush, Just slow movements. The blue flashes continue and the I see blue sparkles that outline a jellyfish. I realize that they are the lights of ctenophores, basically moon jellies. So cool. Mother nature always puts beauty in your path. Whether or not you take a moment to see it and appreciate it is another story. I then looked up and saw my partner completely silhouetted with the fyke net we were about to retrieve on a background of orange, purple, and pink as the sun slowly edged its way up the sky. The sun was awakening life in the marsh. Birds starting moving around, the fish were splashing, and I continued to move with the marsh, hoping that I could join in the morning awakening process.

That morning was a very enjoyable one. I relished each moment I spent in the waters. Meanwhile, everyone else continued to move with the quick-to the point motions that I had once been a part of.

Now whenever I am going into the field, whether the sun is setting, or rising, or darkness blankets the sky, I feel a new since of passion and beauty around me. It’s no longer just a job. It is understanding the world around me and its intricacies that most people have never seen at work. I’m the lucky one. But shhh it’s a secret.

11:00 pm. I walk into the marsh, into the warm water, look up, and am surrounded by an infinite field of stars. I wish I could lay back, float, and get lost in nature’s awe. Blue lights and silhouettes.

Smells

2010-07-13T09:44:00.001-07:00

I honestly wouldn’t know what day of the week it is if it weren’t for my laptop calendar. I have seen sunrises and sunsets so often this week that everything is blurring together into a continuous timescale. Our marsh stealth operations began on Saturday and have been in motion ever since. Efficiency is key. Michael and I worked the first site together. It has been a different game this go round because we know what we are doing (or at least we think). Rather than having Rachel scope out each site and call the orders, we were simply dropped off and told to proceed as usual. The other big change is that we are now working with only 4 people (no extra hands). Here’s a brief on the activities:

Afternoon

1. Unload supplies (3 buckets, 1 cooler, 2 fyke nets (weighing prob 40-50ibs total), 6 rebar pieces, 4 pvc pipes, 1 tote (with pliers, zip ties, transect tape, gloves, fish net, data tables, mallet, portable bubblers, 1 seine net (20ibs), and our emergency orange box)

2. Set fyke net A measurements: place PVC poles and rebar pieces

3. Set Fyke b

4. Try not to trip on oysters

5. Seine site a

· measure out a distance of 20m

· walk out into the water with the other person

· unroll the net

· measure depth

· and start walking with the net

· hope not to catch too much (esp crabs)

· pull net onto shore (hopefully on a sandy place but sometimes this takes place over a rock jetty coated in oysters)

· still hoping not to fall on oysters

· open up net

· sort out the blue crabs

· put fish in bucket (try not to loose any fish)

6. And repeat for site b

7. Carry fish buckets back to van

8. Back to the lab

9. Sort, measure, weigh all the fish

This is our afternoon routine. Takes about 3 – 4 hours.

Michael and I mastered our first site. It’s all about efficiency and working smarter not harder!

Evening (after 9pm but changes with tides)

1. Back at the site

2. load up on bug spray

3. Red head lamps

4. HIGH TIDE!!! At least waist deep

5. carry fyke nets out into the water and place them in the rebar and PVC pipes set earlier

6. take more measurement

7. Realize that you are walking around in a marsh and its pitch black outside

8. Wonder how you managed to get yourself involved with such an operation

9. celebrate surviving without any oyster wounds

10. Repeat

*30-40minutes

EARLY AM (between 3am and 6am)

1. Hope your alarm goes off

2. Wondering what day it is?

3. good music on the way

4. more bug spray, red lights, and still dark

5. retrieve nets

6. sort crabs and fish again

7. carry buckets back to the van

8. put them in the lab

*1 hour

back to sleep? Or not? That’s the question. Usually back to sleep.

Afternoon

1. Return to the lab and proceed to count, measure, weigh the fish caught in the early morning

2. Back to the sites to retrieve all equipment and move to the new site

Everything starts over. 4-5 days continuous!!

Ok so with that said maybe you can better understand the work. On Sunday we had a large amount of species caught at out site. So I was unexpectedly at work for a straight 7 hours in the afternoon (straight through dinner). Thank goodness for music except that our CD players skips CD’s and the radio doesn’t work. So we end up with some interesting remixes of songs. We listened to the same CD about 3 times that afternoon. Michael and I finished our site in good time but had to carry the weight of counting the other group’s site. SO MANY SHRIMP. It will make you go crazy. These shrimp are tiny, like 2cm and there were hundreds. I walked out of the lab thinking I was still counting shrimp. We started going crazy. Meanwhile I was missing the world cup final! ARG. The one Sunday I had to work this whole summer. If Germany had been playing I would have boycotted. Thank God for DVR!!! I’ve had the worst luck with my teams this year though. It all started with UNC men’s soccer losing the first ACC tournament game (PKS). Then their loss in the NCAA tournament final four (PKS). Then Bayern München losing the UEFA cup. And then the US losing. And then Deutschland losing. Yep. So when I wanted the Netherlands to win, I pretty much jinxed their chances. Well I watched 116 minutes of soccer and was expecting PKS to begin, which comes at no surprise whatsoever. And then it was over. The Spaniards. Of course. And then my DVR stopped in the final minute because the game went into overtime. And I realized that if it had gone into PKS I would have missed them. That would have been EPIC FAIL. So in the end its better that someone scored. Great game though.

SO MANNNNYYYYY FISSHHHHH. We caught Hundreds of mullet. But the catch was, we didn’t count them until the afternoon. Well, most of them died. Guess who spent 3 HOURS standing in front of a container with prob 400 dead fish??? The smell was horrific. By the end, I was down to a soupy mix of blood, guts, salt water, decomposing fish, and floating scales. The smell was so bad I had completely lost my appetite and was really close to giving up. Meanwhile, Michael was sitting next to me measuring the fish. At least 300 of them were mullets. But we had to SORT THE MULLET. And the two species look almost IDENITICAL. You had to count fin spines to tell the difference. After 2 hours we started laughing hysterically thinking that the whole thing was a big joke. Literally all the fish were starting to look the same. It was pretty terrible. It took us over 3 hours to do one net whereas usually we are done with all of them in 2 hours. I will spare you the photo I took of the bucket.

Work continues on.

Growing up

2010-07-09T11:07:00.000-07:00

I have always found that the 4^th of July is the peak of summer. Afterwards, the downhill journey to school begins. The anticipation of summer dwindles, perhaps boredom sets in, and thoughts about a new semester come into focus. I have found myself starting to think forwards now. My surgery date is starting to loom in my mind. And I think that the reality of that situation is starting to sink in.

Meanwhile, I am still tryin

g to live in the present and make the most of my final 3 weeks on the coast here. I have finally settled into a routine. Each

day comes and goes more quickly. But my life is in a continuum here. I have watched as the weekly cycle of families come and go. The same process: the large SUV rolls in, the kids run to the condo, the beach stuff is unloaded by the parents, kids sporting their new purchases from wings, the endless grocery bags with popsicles, watermelons, and beer. A new tent is built down on the beach. And so a new territory is claimed by the family. Fishing trips, putt putt, ice cream, souvenir shopping. And there I sit in the same chair week by week watching the show around me. Watching America in action. Observing the ways families interact. Taking notes on a future that I am now seeing coming closer and closer.

The irony is that my job

is far from continuous. Our lab is seemingly the most active and intensive lab in the Institute. This week was a perfect example of work’s chaotic uncertainty. I worked 3 days this week. Tuesday we spent rummaging around the lab, tidying up business and preparing for Wednesday. Slow slow slow….but then, the boat trailer lights wouldn’t work. Note: Nothing is ever easy at work. So we had to d

elay – cancel – no just delay our tr

ip. Wednesday we set out f

or Jones Island again. We spent the day counting plants. Yep. It’s about as bad as it sounds. But I am going to remain optimistic for those of you who are aspiring botanists. We worked through the heat of the day and miraculously finished work by 5. Definitely treated myself to DQ after that one. Thursday we were about to leave for a new location. Rachel calls and says don’t come. Great! Nothing better than having your mind set to do one thing and then having to switch gears 180 degrees. But I made it happen. I cleaned all of our gear. Organized everything for our new sampling trips, mended our nets, and finally finished entering all of our data. How’s that for a productive day. Then we got Friday off. For the first time in weeks I am enjoying a peaceful and quiet beach house. Just me, some new tunes, Stones for Schools, and leftover lasagna. I ventured out to Eclipse last night and was disappointed with the film. Too much focus on the romance, a bit cheesy, and way too much beating around the bush. Not to mention it was a bad choice of a movie when what you are watching mirrors a similar situation in your life. Brilliant D.

But the ocean’s healing powers are helping. Or rather they are simply burring my feelings under a new layer of sand. The ocean is always in motion, always changing, presenting opportunities, and then moving forward whether or not you keep up. It’s an example I need to follow at this point. Just keep going. Keep moving. Don’t get stuck in the past.

Saturday the marathon begins again. Ready or not…..

In Repair

2010-07-05T17:36:00.000-07:00

Too many shadows in my room
Too many hours in this midnight
Too many corners in my mind
So much to do to set my heart right
Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unsteady
I am in repair, i am in repair

Stood on the corner for a while
To wait for the wind to blow down on me
Hoping it takes with it my old ways
And brings some brand new luck upon me
Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unsteady
I am in repair, i am in repair

And now i'm walking in a park
All of the birds they dance below me
Maybe when things turn green again
It will be good to say you know me

Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unready
Oh i'm never really ready, i'm never really ready
I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there

Stepping back and reevaluating. Learning and setting the bar high. But with good intentions. There must be a reason. Just gotta have faith

Americana

2010-07-05T17:35:00.001-07:00

I totally expected a chaotic weekend. And that is exactly what I received. Waking up to the sound of bacon sizzling outside my bedroom window and the kids running up the stairs, Grace crying about apples to apples, ben asking me a million questions, the dog barking at my hairdryer, grandma trying to spoil who won the soccer game, Aunt Katie learning how to deal with a 20 year old niece, Eliza wanting to become a sand mermaid, Aunt Rose cooking up all kinds of interesting snacks, Uncle George smoking out the condos with the Green Egg, and Grandpa’s late arrival. Not to mention a fridge so full we had to stuff our faces with peaches and blueberries to fit everything inside.

It was a weekend worthy of a reality show. Being an ocd organized person, I was on the brink of going insane. But somehow I managed to make it through. The girls and I played with their silly bands, made mermaids, looked for mermaid’s gold, and swam in the ocean. Ben and I talked about sports, threw the baseball around, played store, and set off fireworks. I managed to also watch the Germany soccer game in peace and quiet. And discovered the wonders of DVR!!!!! Wow.

The weather the weekend was absolutely perfect. Literally it could not have been better. Mornings and evenings in the 70’s. Cloudless days. Crystal blue and flat ocean. Paradise. And the Island was showing it. I have never in my 10 years coming down here, seen it so packed.

And so another successful 4^th of July came and went. Just for kicks this is a look back at the last 4ths for me:

2002-2005: Camp Seafarer

2006: Cains, Australia

2007: Seafarer counselor

2008: fireworks in Damascus, VA – drove home to P’cola – P’cola bay fireworks

2009: Tetova, Macedonia

2010: Atlantic Beach/Swansboro

For the actual 4^th of july I went to the Kohlmann’s home in Swansboro because my family had to head out early. It was a joint dinner with their neighbor’s the Griffith’s (whose son Scott is also one of Ashley’s friends). So now Ashley says I have officially hijacked her life lol. We had a great feast including my first taste of clams! The boys and I messed around with poppers and smoke bombs, which resulted in us taping smoke bombs to an arrow and shooting them across the yard. See what happens when you are hanging out with military families. We then watched the fireworks from their balcony and ate my dessert. Yes I cooked a dessert for the record. Pineapple Split cake. Delicious. The fireworks were pretty good but Camp’s and P’colas are better. We had a good time though.

A new work cycle is about to start up again. Halfway done. Looking back it has really been great so far. I have really enjoyed my time at the lab and have gotten to do a lot of things I wasn’t expecting. I have also gotten to spend time with family I haven’t seen in awhile and hang with friends. All in all a good summer.

Can’t believe I still have another month to go.

who are you

2010-07-05T17:09:00.000-07:00

Fitting:

Just when I had you off my head
Your voice comes thrashing wildly through my quiet bed
[You say you wanna try again]
But I've tried everything but giving in

Why you wanna break my heart again
Why am I gonna let you try

When all we ever do is say goodbye
All we ever do is say goodbye

I bought a ticket on a plane
And by the time it landed, you were gone again
I love you more than songs can say
But I can't keep running after yesterday

We say Goodbye again

Lets cut the time in half once again

You empower me to live each day to the fullest and to be the best I can be

You mean such much to me; I hope you can see it in my eyes

One month of work done

2010-07-05T17:02:00.001-07:00

The work week concluded with trips to the Aquarium and to Hoophole to set fiddler crab traps and work on vegetation sampling. I also spent nearly 6 hours typing in data that we have collected. I hereby declare that I will never ever have a job that involves sitting at a computer for 6 hours everyday and typing in data. It was pretty terrible. This is the great thing about internships. You learn what you don’t want to do. That was also the first day since June 1 that I have NOT been out in the field at all during the workday. That’s pretty crazy. But the rest of the work week was pretty slow. Certainly a lull in the action. Friday we had the annual 4^th of July cookout for all of the IMS staff. Apparently they get together twice each year – 4^th of July and Christmas. It was crazy to see everyone together in one place at one time. Probably 50% of the people I had never seen before. Seeing everyone interact, I must admit I am really happy with the lab group I ended up working for. It was also nice to interact with some of the other interns that I see around a lot but never really get to talk to. The food was AMAZING, especially since the desserts were BYO.

As soon as I stuffed my face – I hopped in the car and called it a week. Extended weekend get excited!!!!

Back into another world this evening….

[Our special place]

2010-07-05T16:45:00.001-07:00

- written in anticipation

A circle of strangers

And pasta by rain

We set out on a journey

Walking in a lane

You were strong and determined

Composed – prepared

I tagged along behind you

As no one else dared

Our life stories intertwined

The further we moved

It was as if we were soaring

with nothing left to prove

Connected we were

Living in a dream

That night so dark

We became a team

The thick of your palm

with my naïve hand

Moved along slowly

As we drew in the sand

The beauty of darkness

So no one would tell

We relied on our senses

Touch taste and smell

The sweet perfume

Of a natural being

Your lips held

All that you were feeling

III

That morning came

We knew it would

“we’re going to fill our bottles”

-or so we should

The only bottles we filled

Were of innocent love

We sealed them tightly

And looked above

And then he whispered

“Our special place”

We stood entranced

Face to face

Soap, candy, and goosebumps too

It was time to depart from the crew

The last farewell

Dwindled into the past

I could not help but think

Would it last

The e-mails and phone calls

Continued in suit

Spilling all our lives’ details

to the minute

Then it stopped

The string unraveled

But one still remained

No matter where we traveled

to be continued

The little cabin with a red roof

2010-07-05T16:26:00.001-07:00

I think this is the first moment of silence I’ve had in my beach condo for over a week. Very very nice.

Well its July now. Halfway through another year and one month closer to that special day in October. We are just plugging right along now.

Last week was jam packed looking back now on everything that happened. Emotionally I have been to Pluto and am slowly on the way back. Physically, I made it to Mars and back, and mentally, well I am always above the atmosphere (haha wow that made no sense).

So Monday. Work – destination Jones Island. It’s an island in Swansboro that sits in the middle of the sound, owned and managed by the Division of Coastal Management. We took our first boat adventure as a lab group. So great to be out on the water and a gorgeous day for it! The ride was a short one and then we were tasked with dropping our equipment off all over the island in the places we were working. So MJ and I went parading around pulling wagons with nets and PVC pipes trying not to flip the carts over. Our home for the evening was a little cabin with a kitchen and minimal furniture. Not too bad.

The funny thing about this whole situation is that just a few weeks back I was standing on Christian’s dock looking out over the water and noticed a little island in front of their house. Sitting on the island was a little house with a red roof. I asked if anyone lived there and he said he didn’t know.

Well there I was standing on the porch of the house with the red roof looking back at the dock where I had first seen the Island. The world keeps getting smaller.

We spent the evening doing our usual routine. Michael and I set up the fyke net poles and then seine each site. This time we were working with 6 locations (quite a lot of work for 2 people). The wind was also really strong which made it a bit more difficult. Picture me sitting on a bucket with a notebook in my lap, pencil in my right hand, and a scale in my left hand that has a clip on the end with a fish attached to it. Rachel laughed everytime she looked at me. Jane and Rachel were doing sediment work and setting transects. We set the fyke nets around midnight and then went to sleep (sleeping bags, wooden floors, and circles of bugspray to keep the roaches out).5:45 am wake up and pull the nets in, ID, weigh, measure the fish. Michael and I did it all. I learned today that I am truly a morning person compared to most people.

The only thing I was thinking about all day was a friend that I was going to be meeting with later that evening. Time moved incredibly slow and of course, things started to go wrong. I figured inevitably I would get stuck on the island. First our boat was beached because the tide went out more than we anticipated. Thankfully, another boat came to the island and helped us get unstuck. Then, the engine kept cutting out right when we pulled into the channel. Miraculously it decided to work. Then, we realized none of us had ever put a boat on a trailer before so it took us awhile to figure out how to get it off the ramp. Then, we had to clean up all of the fyke nets which is like wrestling with a live animal.

12:30 tired from 2 hours of sleep, lots of work, and anxiety about the day – back to the condo

And then I put myself in a situation that I will never ever forget. I spent the rest of the week in a trance.

CSF is the best place of all

2010-06-27T18:11:00.001-07:00

So I made a remark recently saying that I had gotten over my initial sadness about not being at camp this summer. I have finally come to terms with the way thi

ngs worked out. I still wanted to make a trip to camp to visit li

ke I said I would. Today was the day!

I headed down that old familiar road, through the rural countryside to a ferry across the Neuse river. A

s a young kid, this drive was fill

ed with excitement and anticipation as I looked forward to the first day of camp and meeting my cabinmates. Across the Neuse I could make out the peppermint striped sails of the SeaGull sunfish, the boys out enjoying a lovely day at camp. An itching started growing inside me. All I wanted to do was get

out on a sailboat again. I can’t believe it has been nearly 3 years now. I think the last time I was out on a boat was with Lauran stevens on the finally staff sailing evening. Unbelievable.

Life on the Neuse is eternal. Time moves slow and things hardly change. I drove through Arapahoe, past all the American flags, listening to country camp tunes with the windows rolled down. It could have easily been a few years past. You would never know the difference. My mind was racing with images of my camper days.

AHOY THERE welcome to

CAMP SEAFARER

Inside the gate, I drove along the road as if it was a daily routine. I felt like I had just been here yesterday. That’s how it always is. The Camp book begins just where it left off. I felt right at home. It’s a welcoming community to those who grew up inside. A bubble of people who act similary and strive to live by the character traits that the camp is built upon. To outsiders it may seem too regimented, too clickish, too bizarre, too exclusive. But if you can break the surface and the politics of camp, there exists a place that has made me who I am today.

I roamed around, visiting Taylor Lodge to see my old cabin photos, the Chandlery to purchase some new camp items, and towards the sail loft. But I was stopped short when “Diana Roycroft? Hold on” camp blarri

ng from the megaphone at the swim lake. NO way! Katelyn Peret my old co-counselor is UA at the swim lake this year. Wow! So ok things do change. The people are different now. My age group are the girls running camp now. How crazy is that. I remember always looking up to

those counselors as being so intelligent, experienced, and great role models. But now I am their age. We are those counselors. Yikes! And girls I taught sailing are on staff. And my campers are now in camp3 . What! Down at the sail loft I ran into more olf familiar faces and got to hang out at Check out. It was great, I was allowed to roam around as if I were a counselor myself.

I was so surposed at how many people recognized and rmemebered me after nearly 3 years abseince. They even called me by name! There were also several instances where I could palce the face but not the names. For

my own recordkeeping this is who I saw:

Meghan Taminen (UA sailing)

ML (UA sailing)

Stewart (UA sailing)

Allie Hoffman

Sara Frantz

Terra hart

Beth Peters (Aquatics UA)

Katelyn Peret

Leslie Anderson

Paige Derioun

April Pfeiffer

Kristen Benson (led my Sea venture trip)

Lucy Roberts

And…..as I was sitting waiting for lunch, a camper passed me. Is that really her? Maybe? Name????? Come on…..Katie! Yes Katie! My camper from cabin 4.

Left: Cabin 4

Right: Today

"Katie?"

She turns, looks towards me. Walks towards me

“Do you know who I am?”

“No I don’t remember”

“Im Diana, your counselor from cabin 4”

“Oh my gosh, yes. I miss you!”

She gave me a huge hug. I teared up. Literally I almost lost it. It was one of the most amazing feelings I have ever had. TO know that I had touched the life of this girl. And how grown up she was now. Upper camp 2, 12 years old. Wow I feel old. I talked to her for a little while as she sat on my lap and continuously hugged me. Katie Henchel. She gave me a silly band, a sign of true attachment. I will wear it for a long long time.

I know that there are more of my campers around but I didn’t run into any of them. But seeing Katie was enough.

Guess what? WHAT?

We’ve got FRIED CHICK’EN

Yep! It’s fried chicken Sunday lunch today. I sat with Laura Lamar’s C-35 for lunch. Just like the old times. I melded right in. Felt like I had been there all summer already. Blessing, food, bug juice, Sunday hymns, announcements, rest period until 3 O CLOCK, KP.

SAILING time! The moment I have been waiting for for a long time. Life jacket on, daggerboard, Neuse here I come. Same crocks and bathing suit I had as a counselor. Such a strange feeling. I walked right out to the sunfish, rigged it, and set sail as if I sailed yesterday. It came so natural. No need for me to ever be nervous about sailing. It was a beautiful moment. Sailing around the Neuse, alone, looking back at such a beautiful place. Knowing I will always be welcome here. Hoping that camp will be the one place I can always come and know that it will still be there. There are no words to describe the sensation of sailing along the coast of camp. I was extremely relaxed and satisfied with that moment in my life. Essentailly this moment represents what a summer at CSF can do. It reenergizes the soul and the mind and the heart. It gives you strength and confidence to be yourself and to strive to live each day to the fullest. And to be surrounded by people who also energize you and accept you as you are. I think I have this subconscious fear that that will someday disappear (and that’s why I always want to come back. To make sure that everything is still the same). After seeing how things are this summer, I can’t help but think what position I would have if I had worked the past 2 summers. Who knows I might actually be in charge of flying scotts.

My sunfish sail was cut short because of a quick forming storm. Can’t go to camp without having a thunderstorm pop out of no where. Totally ordinary. A day in the 100s is guaranteed to have a storm of some sort.

I left the gate feeling accomplished and so so happy that I had made the visit. I know now that people do care about me there (something that took awhile to achieve because I am an out of stater). I know that people want me to come back. I know that I made a difference. I know that camp is still camp no matter what. I know that I have been given strength to live out the camp message yet again. I know that CSF is the most amazing thing that ever happened to be as a kid. I know Camp will forever be in my heart.

Destination OBX - the point of no return

2010-06-27T17:13:00.001-07:00

Well its been another short lapse of time but for good reason. Our lab crew headed out on Wednesday for overnight sampling. It had already been a full week. Tuesday and Wednesday Jane and I were left on our own to take care of business. This meant checking out the truck and driving myself to Hoop Hole to do fiddler crab and plant sampling.

It was a change of pace to be in charge of things. Certainly a sense of moving up the chain of command. Our work with fiddler crabs has officially started. They are hilarious creatures. AT low tide they come out of their burrows and move around the mudflats similar to herds moving across the prairies. In order to catch them, we set plastic jars at different positions in the marsh. As the tide comes in and t

he crabs move back to land, some of them end up falling in the containers. They are much more enjoyable than blue crabs because they are only a few centimeters in length and have only one large claw (males). Right now we are just trying to identify which species live in our marshes.

In between the 9 hour work days we were trying to keep track of the World Cup games…tuning into radio in the lab and screaming when the US amazingly scored in 90’. Landon Donovan is the man.

So after a full work day on Wednesday, we packed up our Silverado truck with a Canoe and all of our gear. Repeat….Canoe, 4 people, nets, coolers, buckets, etc…….Oh yes! The drive took us through rural coastal North Carolina. It is a unique region but has

plenty of character and natural beauty. I spent an hour staring at the window across marsh fields, at old cottages, run down houses, and southern

Americana. I always wonder what those people do for a living…..farming, fishing? It is such a different world than what I

live in each day. THe landscape is gorgeous though. Very similar to what you envision from Nicholas Sparks novels. Well that’s because this is where he based his books.

We reached Cedar Island at the tip of land before the Outer Banks. The main method of transportation is via ferry. The NC ferry system is fabulous and in most places free. The ride was 2 hours across the Pamilco Sound where pirates once lurked and civil war battles occurred. It is said that Blackbeard, and infamous pirate, was beheaded in these waters. At the very center of the trek you could not see any land. I looked off the railing into a horizon of sea and was drawn into a sense of infin

ite existence and tranquility. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon and the sun’s rays were beaming on the water. It was a picture perfect moment that I will hold forever as one of my favorites.

The ferry arrived in Ocracoke, a lovely seaside village comprising of small stores, local food, a lighthouse, and cottages (we stopped at Howard’s) The drive across the island is similar to what the Pensacola beach road looked like before Hurricane Ivan. At the end of the Island is another ferry. Waiting for departure, we walked along the beach and enjoyed a rising full moon.

The final ferry took us across another treacherous pass that, due to its shifting sandunes, was labeled the graveyard of the atlantic. The OBX are littered with shipwrecks of every sort. Our journey was a short

ride to Hatteras Inlet, the tip on the northern OBX. The IMS lab purchased a house on Hatteras for summer research. In general Hatteras is a popular destination for wealthy families to summer. The beach cottages are ENORMOUS. And most people also have large fishing yachts that they keep in the Hatteras marinas. Well as nice as it would have been to stay in the mansions, our property was a one story unfurnished house on the main road. It did the trick.

In the morning, we met up with a local who had agreed to take our equipment to our site via his skiff boat. Irony, we loaded the boat next to the Citation yacht which had won the Big Rock Fishing tournament in Morehead last week until they lost their 1 million dollar prize because of a license violation. Anyways, we road the boat to a small piece of land between the marina and the sound. Our job was to sein and set fyke nets like we had in all of our other sites. A sill is going to be added to the sound soon because it is failing victim to erosion. This was evident as Prafka and I found very little species in our nets.

After a sunny, hot, and buggy day on the job, we got to relax on the beach. Hatteras is also similar to Pensacola Beach but has MAJOR dunes. It is also a very windy area that is known for its surf and kiteboarding. Sure enough the kites were out. Something I would like to try sometime in my life. Looks like a blast. The waves were really intense today, as were the currents. And to my surprise, the water was much much colder than Atlantic Beach.

The evening involved another trip our to the site at 7pm. This time we launched a canoe and paddled across on

our own. The process was repeated at 2am but this time we had to retrieve the nets and then ID all of the species on the spot. Exhaustion quickly set in.

After a few hours of sleep we were up again to retreieve all of our gear and head back to the mainland. THe journey back took all day due to missed ferries. We spent 2 hours in Ocracoke walking around the shops. I was totally drained of energy and the 100 degree temperature only added to the fatigue. I thought I was going to fall over. But I couldn’t help looking in these stores an once again envisioning what I want to have in my own house someday. Note to self: go to ocracoke to purchase décor!

THe ferry ride involved lots of napping and eavesdropping on Mennonite women from Holland and a German couple on vacation in the OBX. That’s a first. We finally made it back home. I had a great time and certainly reminded myself of the beauty of the NC OBX. Someday I’d love to go on a really nice vacation to the area.

All I wanted to do was shower, eat, and sleep when I got back to my beach house. I was about the open the main door when……..the lock wouldn’t open. I tried and tried for 10 minutes, nothing. Seriously? I was so drained at this point. The door didn’t budge. Inevitably I ended up in a condo unit next door trying to call locksmiths. No one was open. No one else could get the door to open. Wonderful. I was so thankful when the people helping me offered me to join them for dinner. But I was so tense, tired, anxious, etc….that I probably was not the best company. I owe a HUGE thank you to Christina’s family for offering me a place to stay in their house. I gave up on my house for the night and drove through an intense lightening storm to Swansboro. Best shower I’ve had in awhile and an amazing place to literally crash. I slept so well and woke up to a beautiful sunrise. I really love their house. Once again the Kohlmann’s provided for me. I couldn’t stay for long because the locksmith was going to meet me at the house.

And the inevitable happened…..the door opened perfectly. Really? How embarrassing. I cant really explain what happened but I think the humidity from the storm last night caused the door to seal.

Home finally. (Only to be depressed again after the US lost the soccer game)

A Peaceful Easy Feeling

2010-06-21T18:23:00.001-07:00

I apologize for my absence from writing. In part I just wanted to get away from the computer for a little while. Usually I have at least a month during the summer away from technology. Also, I have been surprisingly busy this past week! A short recap:

Wednesday:

A lesson in sewing. Who knew I’d be learning so many life skills this summer. I spent the afternoon mending our beloved nets that fell victim to the terrible harassment of blue crabs. I also successfully depleted more of the sragassum seaweed population at Radio Island. Talk about habitat destruction. Oops

Thursday:

THe day I’ve been waiting for!!!!!!! 4 day weekend. Fantastic. Madelyn and I headed for Durham around lunchtime for a family reunion. Sadly, we need reunions to get my father, mother, and sister together these days. My mom was coming from DC, my father from Pcola via a trip to Spain and Tennessee. What better way to celebrate than a concert. And make it The Eagles. I’m pretty sure my dad has been saying that he wanted to take us to see them since I was 5 years old. I’ve been through endless car rides (mainly to the beach) jamming to the Best of the Eagles album. While I know the tunes by heart now, I am just beginning to finally learn, understand, and appreciate the lyrics. Our seats at the concert were decent. Average age of the crowd: 50. Excitement level: 150.

8:00pm ready to rock. The big four walk onto stage silhouetted. Glenn Fry, Don Henley, Timothy Schmidt, Joe Walsh. ……..

“There are stars on the southern sky…….” – Seven Bridges Road

Beautiful harmony. Great way to kick off the concert.

And it only got better and better and better.

They played all the hits:

Hotel California, Desparado, Tequila Sunrise, One of these nights, In the City, Victim of Love, Peaceful Easy Feeling……..and on and on and on

3 HOURS WORTH of unbelievable music and harmony. It was rocking. Best concert I’ve been too. And it was great to share the experience with my dad and seeing the joy in his face. It was a moment of family bonding that only comes around every now and then. Especially with my sister and I leaving the house now.

FRIDAY: After falling into a slump because of terrible refereeing for the USA and GERMANY games, I headed back to the beach with the family. It’s a 3 hour drive that I am getting used to making these days. It’s a country route and I am shocked when I don’t pass at least one truck of pigs. Poor hogs.

WEEKEND: Beach beach beach beach beach. Believe it or not, living at the beach I actually haven’t spent that much time on the beach itself. So I spent nearly every waking moment on it this weekend. Book of choice: Istanbul by Orhan Pamuk and finishing Anson Dorrance’s autobiography. About to start Stones For Schools. Music of choice: country – Brad paisley, Keith Urban, Rascal Flatts. No wave action though. I broke out the noodle and tubes for ocean flotation. Hot HOT sand. Big Oak BBQ. Cheerwine. Dairy Queen. El Zarape Mexican. World Cup Soccer. Things just keep getting better.

Sunday: We sent dad to Spain for father’s day this morning. Meanwhile the girls went to Beaufort to buy mom’s bday gift. I have officially decided that if my entire house isn’t nautical themed than at least one of my room’s will be. I can help but walk through the waterfront stores and begin to envision my life in a few year’s when I will have a place of my own. Better start keeping an eye out now. So tempting to purchase things now. But I made lots of mental notes. And fell into another I miss sailing funk. I will admit that I have gotten over my camp nostalgia (as a figured I would). Things are much better now.

I spent the rest of the day in Swansboro eating at a killer diner that serves peach fritters (to die for), hitting up Emerald Isle beach with Christian, and working on my juggling skills (which are non existent). It was quite a challenge without a trustworthy knee. The Kohlmann’s invited me to stay for dinner again!!! And I was mistaken for Ashley by their next door neighbor. Hahaha. We watched the end of the golf tournament and a huge thunderstorm move across the bay. Another nice trip to Swansboro. It’s been great getting to know people better.

Monday: Work….what’s that again. It felt like my summer job was already in the past when I woke up this morning. But thankfully it was an easy day in the lab. DATA ENTRY. For all of the fish we have been sampling, we have also been taking down notes that have to be entered into excel spreadsheets. THe process is actually slower than the collecting in my opinion (or in my tying skill abilities). It’s tedious work and crucial for the success of Rachel’s project. No pressure. Thanks to Pandora and John Mayer, I was able to stay focused and make a dent in the endless data lists. Surprise surprise, Rachel wanted me to go out into the field today. The one day I thought I had a chance of staying dry. Nope. We went out to Hoop Hole marsh to set fiddler crab traps. We successfully chased some into the traps to see if they would work. Fiddler Crabs are hilarious species. Unlike the terrorist blue crabs, they are much smaller and have a personality. They travel in herds and look like an army moving (or retreating) across the mudflat and into the grasses as you approach them. I’m looking forward to getting to know them a little bit better. She also taught me how to take sediment samples and do vegetation sampling. This is the boring stuff. We have square pipe frames that we lay out and then we count the number of plant stems of each species within the square. Trying not to get our eyes poked out by Junus grass. Now I am also going to be a plant expert. Not nearly as AWESOME as fish. I already miss my mummichogs.

Marlin, Wahoo, Dolphin oh my...its big rock time

2010-06-16T16:46:00.001-07:00

I got Monday morning off which was nice because the weekend was so busy I didn’t feel recovered enough for another week to begin so soon. My sister and grandmother arrived yesterday. Ha and I thought I was going to have to spend a lot of my summer alone. False. I’ve actually had quite a few guests! Anyways, it was my grandma’s birthday so we went out to a nice lunch in Beaufort before I had to check into work. I brought Madelyn along so she could check out the lab and watch us in action. We headed out to the Aquarium, our final fish site for the week!!!! It was a scorcher out…probably 93 degrees plus humidity. Really really toasty in the marsh. Covered in mud, sweat, and bug spray, we rolled back into the lab to sort fish in the late afternoon. Nothing out of the ordinary was captured this time.

12 am: Back to the marsh. Probably the most difficult night out because forced myself to stay up until I had to leave. Also, really high tide and lots of area to cover (we all did 4 sites rather than 2). But it was really neat to be out in the marsh when everything was dark, still, and quiet. I stopped looked up and could see stars from horizon to horizon. Actually quite peaceful. Luckily the water was still boiling hot from earlier. I could literally have taken a bath in it.

6am: back to the marsh. I almost overslept this morning….ran out the door with a bagel in one hand and booties in the other. It was good to be out in the marsh early though. Nice and cool. I could tell it was going to be even warmer today. Our work was speedy but with 4 people, it was a workout trying to get all of our equipment back together.

8am: Counting fish in the lab. The last time for a week! Hooray. And thankfully we didn’t catch too much this morning.

11:00 Best news: “You guys can go home and relax!”

Off for the rest of the day!!!! What to do with myself?? Beach and soccer. Simple enough. The beach was hot hot hot. The sand was in fire and even the ocean was warm.

We headed into Morehead for the evening to watch the weigh ins for the Big Rock Blue Marlin Tournament. It is one of the biggest events in town and draws quite a large crowd from all over. This year they have 153 boats; combined worth millions of dollars. Yesterday someone caught an 883 pound marlin, the tournament record!!!!! We got to see dolphin and wahoo weighed. Quite a difference from the fish I work with. We also spotted Seafarer girls from Camp 4 headed to eat at the Sanitary. Good times : )

Then dinner at the Ruddy Duck except that I had another visitor. Adam from school came up to hang out for the weekend. More catching up time with friends. Lovin’ it

bridging networks

2010-06-14T17:56:00.001-07:00

Saturday evening I was invited by a friend from school to have dinner at his house in Swansboro. First of all gotta love the old school style invite. I was totally expecting “I’ll meet you at ___ restaurant.” I haven’t been invited to dinner at someone’s home is ages. I was actually really excited. Being a traditional person, I was impressed by the invite. So I headed over to Swansboro, a nice historic town about 30 minutes away. First things first, meet the parents (something I also haven’t done in awhile). They have a really lovely home that was recently built. It looks over the sound . I loved it!!! Dinner was served family style. Delicious!!!! So nice to have a home cooked meal, surrounded by a very welcoming family. I mean I really have forgotten what it’s like to be in such an environment. It was a refreshing and heart warming experience. I then had time to catch up with my friend and also see some really cool family memos from his great ancestors from Germany and elsewhere (man I’m such a nerd about that stuff). But it was nice to have someone that also cares a lot for the past and their family heritage. We then played wii games with his brother. I made quite a fool of myself since I really haven’t played video games much in my life. We played Mario cart (HILARIOUS). His brother kept track of how many times I ran off the road……let’s just say A LOT. But I had a great time. It was also really nice to hang out with new people and get to know them. Usually at school we are always around other people. So it was nice to have some one on one time.

Then an unexpected event occurred. I should have prefaced this by saying that Christian is part of an interesting circle of friends I have formed. My best friend at college, Ashley, used to live on Camp Lejune (marine base in NC). Ashley and Christian went to high school together and were good friends. Knowing Ashley, I have come to learn about her good friends from high school. So last year, Christian started at UNC and was one of the people I had heard about. The three of us hung out a lot together. Now, Ashley lives in Nebraska, and Christian moved to Swansboro.

Enter: Diana tries to take Ashley’s place for the evening. Here I am at her friend’s house, in her old hometown (close to it). Even better, another good friend of theirs lives next door to Christian now. But he was away for the summer. So I am seeing first hand all the people Ashley grew up with. Even better, Christian gets a phone call saying that Sam is in town and is coming over. Well Ashley and Sam dated for awhile, so I’ve heard a lot about him. What are the chances of me meeting him the one night I come over!!!! Unbelievable (because he now lives in Virginia). So there I was sitting with them thinking, Ashley is going to die when she finds this out.

Point of this story. Well I just think it’s interesting how bonds form between people. I went from meeting Ashley my freshman year, to being in a position where I was basically living in her life for a moment, meeting all her friends, etc. So cool how life works like that. I mean it really is a small world!

I also just wanted to express how enjoyable it was to be in such a loving environment. These people were so nice and I really enjoyed having a place to go. It has certainly made me cherish even more the close relationships I have with people and to also realize how important it is to reach out to others.

Go World

2010-06-14T17:30:00.001-07:00

I have been getting pumped about the world cup since this past fall during college soccer season. My interest in world soccer is a recent development thanks to fetzer field being outside my dorm room window and also close friends with a passion for the sport. And I also should blame discovering Fox Soccer Channel at home. After watching games at the college, MLS, and European levels, I have come to appreciate the sport more and more. While some people find the 2 hour game to be a complete waste of time, I have found that having an attachment to the players really makes a difference. The World Cup is a perfect display of what soccer really is all about. Soccer has the power of bringing people together with a since of pride and belonging that nothing else can do. It’s a game of perseverance, of respect, of determination. It encompasses both physical ability and mental strength. And what’s even more impressive, is that it’s a sport that can be played almost anywhere and in any circumstance. Soccer is the sport of the people.

On the surface, the world cup may seem like another type of Olympics. This is certainly true for the media hype/attention. But I think that it’s a lot more than that. Instead of being dominated by athletes from “western” countries, the beauty of the world cup is that each country can have only ONE team. Not to mention American soccer isn’t that great. So with a more even playing field, it gives us a chance to really get to see the faces and the talent of so many different people.

I got chills watching the first match: South Africa vs. Mexico. Just seeing the enormous stadium at the heart of an African nation. Or maybe it was the bright colors of all the South African fans united under a common allegiance ; something that not so long ago was unthinkable. To see the patriotism, the camaraderie, it was really awesome. Not to mention watching soccer at such a level! And also, looking into the player’s eyes and wondering what they are thinking about. So much pressure is those 11 players who represent an entire nation. Wow.

Ok. so enough with the sentimental. The two teams I’m rooting for. US naturally and DEUTSCHLAND!!!!! Man the Germans looked awesome in their first game. I mean they blew everyone else out of the water. It was really beautiful soccer. They actually play as a team not as individuals. And they are all so young which brings a new level of speed and talent. It’s going to be quite a Cup. I’ve got to brackets that I am keeping up. In my real bracket I have Argentina winning. And in my Ideal bracket I have Germany. I’m definitely leaning for Germany.

As Besir said so proudly: DEUTSCHLAND ÜBER ALLES!!!!!!!!!

Stealth Missions

2010-06-13T17:30:00.000-07:00

Friday. Except that I don’t even know what day of the week it is anymore. Thankfully I didn’t have to go into work until 1:30. I am getting used to this new routine of sleeping in. But work resumed as usual. Counting fish and more fish and more crabs. And then back into the field to our new location. Pine Knoll Shores residents 252 and 260 home to adorable old ladies who were so excited to have us working in their backyards. We seined our sites and headed back to the lab to count more species. At this rate is safe to say

I’ve handled at least 1,000 fish. I haven’t really elaborated on the process so here is a quick explination

1. move fish from transport coolers to water tanks

2. sort all the fish (fish are both alive and dead) by species

3. measure 20 of each species (10 alive 10 dead if applicable)

4. Weigh ALL of each species in order to get a total biomass

5. Dump fish back in the water

The key is to try not to lose any fish and also to keep them alive. It’s quite a task and is very tedious. But it has been cool to learn all th

e fish species and learn their behaviors.

I managed to break for dinner to meet Laura and her friends from camp for dinner in Beaufort. It was a gorgeous evening. My favorite time of day down here on the coast is around sunset; everyone is cleaned up from a beach day, dressed in their finest vineyard vines and seer sucker, and strolling around the docks checking out million dollar yachts. We sat outside and people watched as the sun set over the bay. Gorgeous.

Back to work. Time to go set nets at our new locations. We were down to only 4 people (2 per site). Operation began. Drive up in a white van (no seats in the back; we just jump out). Grab our stuff. GO. Red head lamps on. Walk around peoples houses. Into the marsh.

Not sketch at all. Haha.

So I was with MJ and we had to set up the fyke nets. The water was waste deep. I was a bit scared not gonna lie. Not to mention I was walking through oysters and mud holes without a good knee (and my expensive knee brace). But Mission Accomplished!!!

I got back to my house and chilled with my guests for a bit before I hit the pillow. 4 hours later I was up and out the door to retrieve the nets. More success. I got to see the sunrise over the bogue sound. Very inspirational. First the horizon starts to glow with a deep grey light. Slowly the light becomes brighter and changes tone into a rainbow orange to pink and purple. Everything was still in the marsh and so quiet. It was a peaceful reward for the work we were doing.

than waiting to count species later, it was now Saturday so we had to go back to the lab to finish everything for the weekend. Guess what that meant???? Yep count fish. For 2 hours!!!! And clean all the nets. We had fun though not gonna lie. Trying to deal with the eels and crabs is just hysterical because most of the time we end up chasing the creatures around the lab. The lifesaver this morning was getting Panera breakfast!!!! A bacon/egg/cheese bagel has never tasted sooooo good.

Well its 9am and I am rolling out of the lab. WEEKEND!

**photos: American eel and toadfish with Michelle and Rachel (the grad student I am working with

crab terror

2010-06-11T07:29:00.001-07:00

I was so thankful to have the morning off (although I couldn’t sleep in much). I spent it lounging, recouping, and enjoying some beach time. Work began again at midday. We sorted all the fish from our late night catch. Best finds were flounder and a huge American eel! He was a pain to measure due to his slimy composure. And we found a few different species of blennies. After sorting it was back into the field to work on our next site: Oakleaf Drive 220 and 186. Same process as yesterday. We set the fyke net poles and then seined the areas (photo: setting the fyke at low tide - the area will later be filled with water). Today’s work was at a natural site and a site that will soon have a sill put into place. It’s really amazing how much erosion has occurred in these areas due to wave action (coming from speeding boaters). The seining was somewhat successful. Well successful in terms of blue crabs. They are EVERYWHERE. And a HUGE pain! I caught the biggest one yet today. Without gloves my hands would have been done for. And in the short amount of time they were stuck in the nets, the crabs managed to terrorize the fish. I picked up one crab that had a

fish in each claw already. Terrible! So in order to save the fish we had to separate the troublemakers. Even in separate tanks, the crabs started to nibble on each other. Out of control. (*the photo is of me carrying 4 crabs to their confinement container.) We headed back to the lab and sorted/ID’d all the seined species.

Break for dinner.

21:00 high tide fyke nets set. And time to get eaten alive my mosquitoes.

Bedtime for a bit

3:30am low tide – fyke nets retrieved. MORE CRABS!!!! And a MASSIVE stone crab (pics later). Not too many fish though. The other team had to deal with a another eel. We also had have eaten squid….guess who was responsible.

marsh adventures: after hours

2010-06-10T06:50:00.001-07:00

Today kicked off quite an adventurous week of work activities. I arrived at 8am prepared for a full day of work. Yesterday MJ and I had finally gotten all of his tanks (minus a few malfunctions) prepared for experiment. After quick fix its involving tying seaweed to rocks, we left with all the crabs, shrimp, and fish in place. Oh and yesterday I got to spread oyster larvae into tanks where they are being raised. So cool.

Upon arrival this morning…..disaster. 3 crabs were missing, 2 were in different tanks than they had started, the shrimp were eaten, and the putty sealant was chopped up. CRABS you didn’t!!!!!!! What a nuisance. They were little terrorists to our project. Turns out one crab was buried in the rocks, one was hanging out in the water table, but there is still one missing. Oops. MJ’s experiment is off to a great start.

Leaving him to rethink his project, I went off to learn how to drive a 4x4 truck! What a way to start my truck experience. It was a Silverado and man I felt like I was riding on top of the world. The man testing me out is a jokester from Harker’s Island (which means he has a crazy irish/Australian accent even though he is American). He took me out to an island and instructed me to “just drive into that patch of sand at full speed and then slam on the breaks.” DO what!! Well I sufficiently got stuck in the sand. Enter: 4 gear driving. Switch to 4 wheel drive, hit the gas, and bam! Your driving again. Then I had to drive in a circle through the deep sand without getting stuck. Some machine I tell you. Now I know why guys love big trucks. I felt like I could drive through anything. Sweet!

Meanwhile, MJ had resorted to sticking with behavioral observations. As his assistant I was in charge of timing and writing down his observations. Catch is, we were observing an amphipod which is maybe 0.5cm long and blends in with the tank. Well that was interesting. We probably lost 5 in the process.

13:00 – the hour has come. Marsh adventures begin. We left the lab with 6 people headed to Pine Knoll Shores. We had 2 sites to work on this afternoon. Both are residential backyards on the sound: one with a new sill in place, the other a natural site. Our job was to put all the equipment at each site, set up the fyke net poles, set fiddler crab traps, and seine. All went well until our oxygen bubblers quit working and the scales malfunctioned. Executive decision: bring all the species back to the lab. Well, without the bubblers most of the fish died. Terrible! My mummichogs were resilient fighters though! Not so much for the poor brown shrimp. They were HUGE!!! Like 7cm.

17:00 normal time to get

off work. False. We just arrived back at the lab and had to start sorting, weighing, and measuring all the fish. Stay patient.

18:30 finally done. One hour off for dinner. I went with the 2 grad students to wendy’s. Mistake. They were having an even worse afternoon than we had. Literally they could not get a single order correct. We were there 30 minutes before we got food. Incompetent people. And my sandwich was missing its lettuce. All I could do was laugh.

19:30 headed back to our two sites. Set up the fyke nets because its now high tide. Drastic tidal difference!

20:30 finally driving back home…….bedtime

2:30am alarm goes off. Up! Banana, bathing suit, ipod, booties. Drive back to the same site. Time for the nets to come back in because its now low tide. Awesome decision to take ALL the species back for measurements. Originally we were going to do it all in the field. Rachel finally realized how crazy that was going to be. So we will be counting tomorrow. For now we just collected the nets, put all the creatures in containers, and done.

4:00 BED again.

Ocean Therapy

2010-06-07T16:49:00.001-07:00

Its amazing what weekends can do for mental and physical health! I figured out why last week was such a struggle….my immune system was working its butt off to keep me from getting sick (like the rest of my family). Success!!!!

And I have to admit that spending all day Saturday and most of Sunday on the beach were huge contributors. It was so nice to relax in the sun. The ocean was quite lively this weekend. My attempt at boogie boarding in intense wind, current, and wave conditions without a functioning knee made for quite a sight. Let’s just say I got a beating. But nothing is better than coming away from the ocean feeling good to be alive. I also treated myself to BBQ, cheerwine and my favorite Mexican. Best remedies in the world.

So come 7am this morning, I was perky and pumped to be going back to structured days when I feel like I cram a lot into each hour. My positive attitude stayed with me all day long and by 5pm I hardly believed it was already time to leave. Today I got to use a side of my brain that doesn’t get used as much these days….creative thinking and problem solving. MJ and I are working on constructing tanks for his animal behavior projects. We had to come up with 3 different materials to use as tank dividers and figure out how to secure them in the tank. I got to cut, glue, sandblast, and drill and also spent time wandering through Lowes and Staples to come up with some crazy designs. We also made another run for seaweed. This time I had to battle a strong current that sent me flying backwards anytime I lifted my feet off the ground to dive for seaweed. It was a good laugh indeed.

Just ate some awesome leftovers from the feast I cooked last night. My first true attempt at cooking alone. I managed chicken alfredo, german green beans, and mashed potatoes. Delicious.

dairy queen Friday, carnivorous crabs, and 60 plastic bottles

2010-06-04T16:50:00.001-07:00

I made it! It’s Friday. Hallelujah. Now I finally understand the feeling of TGIF for the workforce of America. 36 hours this week. And I am pooped. I can not even imagine what it must be like for some people. Not to mention having to deal with children and etc…. Respect x1000

We spent this morning working at the Aquarium marsh. With 4 people we were able to run 4 seine trials in natural and sill locations. Talk about a lot of species. The marsh was certainly heating up and the fiddler crabs were moving around us like an army. Our process is more efficient now and we are getting better at identifying species (and getting covered in marsh mud).

With a successful but hot morning there was no choice but to stop at DQ and get some cones. From here on out Fridays are DQ days!!!!! That was probably the best vanilla cone I have ever had.

Back at the IMS I spent the afternoon identifying species, making our fish happy, taking photos, and entering data. We also put a dead needlefish in our random species tank that now houses our mud crabs we collected during low tide at hoophole creek. Talk about a showdown. A big crab was lucky to get to the fish first. He held it in his mouth and started chomping on it quickly. Like magic, all the other crabs sensed food and started moving towards the crab. After taking my advice, one of the crabs hiding in the PCV pipe jumped out and attacked the crab holding the fish. Success!!!! A new owner. He sat the in the pipe eating…..until another crab came up and started digging one of his claws down the pipe. He ended up with the fish head. It was a battle to be seen!

My day ended after I cleaned 60 plastic bottles to be used for crab traps. I will NEVER work as a dishwasher. It was pretty terrible. Glad to know I am learning what I don’t want to do. I guess that’s what internships are all a about.

I'm all tangled up inside

2010-06-04T16:39:00.000-07:00

Thursday didn’t get a report because of some special company I had last night!!!!!! Laura Lamar is working at Seafarer this summer (long story but thanks to her dating a Seagull guy). So I told her to come down on her nights off. After I got off work (wow….still not used to hearing myself say this) I met a group for dinner in Morehead: Laura, her boyfriend, Johnny (boyfriend’s best friend from school), another new staff member, and the Nagels (Katie and John). It was an awesome break for me especially since I got to talk about camp for all of dinner. And it was the first time ever that I got to talk about Seagull with Sea Gull counselors! I couldn’t help but constantly think about being there. It’s on my mind all the time; at work, at the beach house.

What if……

· I hadn’t torn my ACL

· If I decided to work at camp with my ACL anyways

I am stuck with this nagging regret that I don’t know if I can ever overcome. I have been living with it for 3 years now (since the last time I worked at camp). That’s why I applied to work this summer. Because I wanted to bring closure to myself and that feeling. Why did fate cause my injury? And why did things have to get even more difficult finding out that Laura Lamar was working (a person that I would have known and loved to have spent my summer with). Its like I am being taunted. I am trying to push camp away so it doesn’t destroy my inside feelings but at the same time how can I cover up something I love so so much. I keep coming up with excuses:

· You can’t go to camp forever; cherish the time you spent there

· The people have changed now; it won’t be the same; are you really willing to deal with the change

And yet that feeling lingers. The moments we spent last night talking about camp made me feel happy for the first time in a really long time. And then I started yelling at myself for choosing to do the internship when I knew all along that camp was what I really wanted to do. But instead I kept thinking about what other people wanted….my family thought I should try something new, my peers and academia would be more impressed with an internship than working at a camp.

But it was my last chance…….will I ever get to go back to camp. I feel like I have let it down. I realize now that I have become what I disliked so much as a camper…..the counselors that never came back. I loved seeing familiar faces, to know that people would always be there. How can I justify my actions? I have to go back. No I have to work there again. But I was planning on doing an internship in Germany next summer…..and then the next summer I graduate. Really? Is this the end. Did I just make perhaps the biggest mistake of my life. Why did this happen to me…….

Camp is everything to me. It is with me every day. Its what made me who I am inside and out. It gave me love and energy and the tools to navigate lifes obstacles. Camp Seafarer truly is the best place of all…..

Green and Gooey

2010-06-02T16:22:00.000-07:00

I’m glad I got somewhat of a second wind that has enabled me to type up today’s summary. I hope I can get myself adjusted to the work pace soon! Today started off great around the house. I rolled into work at 8 again….which is early for most of the gang there. MJ (my fellow intern from here on out) was around too so we got to work on his stuff.

1. Prepare pods for shipment

We had to collect amphipods from the sargassum seaweed. The process involved “thwacking” seaweed and trying to pick up the creatures – w

hich are less than a cm in length. Not to mention there are different species of pods that live in the seaweed. – without killing them. Thankfully, the kind we were trying to catch (oh and they jump) are green! An easy spot. For tho

se of you who thought that seaweed was just a plant….wrong. They are like mirco habitats for some of the most unusual sea critters I have seen…….slugs, worms that looked like neurons, and who knows what else….keep in mind that everything was microscopic. I still feel like they are crawling on my hands! After capturing enough of our pods we had to cleverly find a way to store them and package them for shipment. Thanks to nalgenes, paper towels, Styrofoam, and ice we sent off our little friends to Charleston, SC.

Rachel my “mentor”/boss appeared and helped us get things a bit more organized around the lab. Our research team is almost complete now. Still waiting on one more girl. Another quiet day down at the lab though.

Lunch break on the IMS dorm porch….l

eftover pizza from last night’s dinner with MJ. Storms a brewing – as about every afternoon down here.

2. Seine for shrimp at Loophole marsh ( and beat the weather)

After a safari ride to get out to the marsh, we ventured to the waterfront. It was close to high tide which wasn’t ideal for collecting crabs. MJ and I went seining. It was quite a task since every time you step eith

er 1. You sink 2. You step in a hole 3. You step on oysters. We caught some species though

o pinfish

o spot

o silversides

o mummichong

o blue crab

o flounder

We called in quits after that and made a dash to the van to avoid the horse flies who were eagerly waiting our return

3. Designated species photographer

I am now in charge of cataloging all of the marsh species we find

4. Remove the toadfish

No big deal. FALSE. Toadsfish are hideous and terrifying fish. They are very aggressive and poisonous if they bite you.

They love to hide out in dark

places. Our random tank of species somehow ended up with 3 of them

inside. So we had to outsmart them into buckets and dump them off the dock

5. Clean the outdoor water tables

In order to accommodate our expected collection of new species in the next few weeks, I was assigned the task of cleaning out water tables. They are basically holding tanks that are 3 feet x 10 feet and ½ foot deep. Somebody decided to do algal experiments in the tanks which resulted in a gooey, slimy eruption of algae. YUM!!! So I had to go in and remove the slime, scrub the tanks, while managing water flow in and out. That took care of my afternoon and the rest of my energy.

Shrimp where are you?

2010-06-01T15:17:00.001-07:00

Up and moving early! Anxiety set in and I couldn’t wait to get to work. 15 minute commute to the IMS lab….not bad. I arrived before 8am and had to awkwardly sit in the lobby to wait for someone to tell me what to do. Thankfully the main desk lady showed up to help me with paperwork. But then I was on my own. I was relieved when a lady came up to me in the lobby and adopted the role as tour guide. Turns out that my grad student was out today so I was left with other interns. I got a thorough tour of the IMS. Quite a place!!!!! I assumed two possibilities for the lab: 1. Brand new up scale equipment or 2. Random stuff everywhere and a bit chaotic. I’d say definitely number 2. Haha. There are lab rooms and storage facilities with the most random stuff you could possibly imagine. The place is really exciting right now with so many projects going on. There are tanks outside, natural ponds, microecosystems, inside labs, etc… It was quiet today because many people are out in the field. But I can only imagine what its going to be like. Pretty awesome to be surrounded by so much talent and creativity. The people at the lab are really nice. Its certainly a laid back crew. Dress code: psht……lets say bathing suits, chacos, and maybe shirts if your lucky. Love it.

After my tour and lecture on all the projects running at the IMS I was handed over to Michael the other intern working under Rachel. I will be working with him all summer, assisting his own research project. Luckily it seems we will get along really well. We worked out of the wet lab which means what is sounds: a lab that involves anything wet….tanks, etc. And the day continued as follows:

Task 1: Pick up frozen brine shrimp from Petsmart (if you can get the fridge open)

*our means of transportation are the IMS trucks (and I mean TRUCK). I will have to learn how to drive them and get tested on getting out of the sand.

Task 2: Radio Island – collect sargassum seaweed and shrimp

We picked up our private key to the island from a hilarious State guard (so yes for a few hours I owned an island). We then went searching for seaweed in the intercoastal jetties. Fortunately the water visibility was good. Who knew there were urchins off the coast! I collected a bag of seaweed after pulling up the roots. Why seaweed? Because amphipods live on it and they are part of Michael’s experiment. Also, our pinfish like the seaweed. We then tried to use the sieve to collect shrimp. Three tries later…..fail! Where are the shrimp? The seaweed was taken back to the indoor labs and we had to set up water filters and oxygen tubes.

Task 3: Transfer pinfish from indoor tanks to the outdoor tank.

This involved moving and dumping aquariums (along with yummy fish poop). We also had to search for and create a covering for the outdoor tanks. Success!

Task 4: Find silcone sealer at Lowes

Success again. This will be used for MJ’s project.

It was a great first day. Finished a bit early but since boss wasn’t around I couldn’t find anything else to take care of. I won’t lie…..it’s gonna be a good summer. I’m so relieved now. Off to dinner with my new intern pal.

one day and counting

2010-05-31T15:53:00.001-07:00

One day and counting

After a great 3 weeks at home recuperating from a wild but successful sophomore year at UNC, I have finally ventured back to NC. I’m staying in Pine Knoll Shores at my grandparents beach house. I spent today driving, unpacking, cleaning up the condo, grocery shopping, and trying to avoid the memorial day crowds. Everything’ s all set. I can safely say that this is the first time I have ever lived alone and it is a strange feeling that will take getting used to. I have always been an independent person but I realized after unpacking today that I have always been around other people. The silence is calming but also making me realize that I am moving closer to a new point in life when I will be off on my own. THe biggest wake up call was walking through the grocery store and trying to figure out if I could actually cook anything for dinner. Goal #1: work on cooking skills.

I am watching a beautiful sunset now. My last few moments before work begins. I’ve had a job before, but working at Seafarer didn’t really count. Now I am a commuter and am responsible for doing research. Wow. I am a bit nervous and anxious just to get day 1 out of the way. It’s going to be a blast but since I am a bit behind the curve in the college sciences who knows what I am really getting myself into. At this point all I can do is wait and accept the decision that I made. Get excited!!!! I can’t wait to meet my fiddler crabs!!!!

photo: the beach in front of my condo

today's song: Whatya Want from Me (Adam Lambert)

never staying put

2010-05-31T15:52:00.001-07:00

It is often said that the years we spend in college are the best times in life and also a time for personal growth. In response to this claim I have decided to keep a blog documenting momentous events in my college life. Last summer I blogged while exploring foreign countries in the Balkans and learning about international politics. This summer I have taken a drastically (but perhaps not so) different path. After suffering an injury that decided my job fate this summer, I accepted a job working at the UNC Institute of Marine Science in Morehead City, NC. I was quite ecstatic when I was standing on St. John over spring break listening to the voicemail that I had been accepted to work. As a non-science major, it was certainly a surprise. But the whole story on how I even decided to apply for this internship is a perfect example of how sometimes in life things just fall into place. This time it was my environmental science TA who told me she worked at the IMS over the summer and sent me information about the internship and the help of my professor in critiquing my application.

The Job:

I will be working as an assistant to a graduate student, Rachel Gittman. Her project is related to salt marsh restoration techniques. She is hoping to assess whether or not the sill method of restoration is in fact producing positive results. Her project will be ongoing for about two years. This summer she will focus on mapping out the sites and assessing the plant and animal species that live at each location. There are approximately 30 sills located on the NC coast (from Wilmington to Hatteras). I fit into this equation as the dirty work assistant. I will be responsible for vegetation and sedimentation sampling. She has also asked me to do some independent research on fiddler crab habitat preferences in the marsh area. So crabs and plants it is! I’m avoiding fish because oyster reefs plus fast moving creatures plus and dysfunctional knee equates to possible harm.

The location:

Morehead City is arguably my 3^rd home in the US (behind Pensacola and Chapel Hill). I have spent the past 10 or so years venturing down there to my grandparents beach house and then to Camp Seafarer where I was a camper. I LOVE the area. It’s not too developed, has a quaint harbor area, is home to pirates, wild horses, great seafood, and awesome sailing. It’s the setting of Nicholas Sparks books and is the a reminder of small town America. As a child I would go out on research vessels and help dredge the bottom for ocean creatures. I dreamed about working at a marine lab in the area. Well, sure enough here I am.

Our work will take place primarily in the Morehead City area (both in the field and in the lab). Work in the marshes is muddy, humid, and on a micro scale (juvenile fishes and species). But I am very excited to have such a great opportunity to learn about this area and potentially help preserve its beauty for the future.

SO here begins a new type of journey. I really have no idea what I am in for nor do I have any real expectations. All I know is that I am in a familiar place and am prepared to soak up as much knowledge as I can.