This morning we had a pancake breakfast, prepared by master pancaker Nathaniel. They were perfect.
In the morning, we did the Big Munson Island challenge course. The
guys did a really good job of figuring out the problems, and kept a good
attitude when they suffered setbacks. Luckily for them, they
didn’t drop me in the trust fall. I don’t know how they
would have gotten back to Urbana without me.
During lunch, we had another downpour. This time, most of us went out in the rain to get a much-needed shower. It felt great. We also had the novel experience of feeling chilly.
It rained hard for about 45 minutes, flooding several of the tents and creating huge puddles everywhere. Everything dried up quickly after the rain stopped, though.
Our SCENE project (a service project for the island) was delayed after lunch until the woods dried out. We wouldn’t want to be walking under any poisonwood trees while they were still dripping. The guys spent the time catching hermit crabs and running trial races in preparation for tonight.
I spent the time catching up on this journal, sitting on a pad in the shade. It’s been amazing to see all of the wildlife as I sit here. Just within a few feet of where I sit, I can see at least a dozen hermit crabs of various sizes. (Several of them became contenders for tonight’s race.) I’ve also seen a steady stream of anole lizards. Then, of course, the key deer wander past regularly, completely ignoring humans.
This morning, Adam went out and caught a couple of lobster to include in dinner.
The guys did their SCENE project, picking up trash along the beach. When they were done, Adam cooked up his lobster as a hors dourve. We each got a good, yummy mouthful.
For dinner, there was a huge pot-luck, were all of the crews brought
their remaining food. Everyone brought spaghetti, but there were various
leftovers, too.
In the evening, we went to the Conch Ceremony. It was kind of a combination BSA camp silly song fest, yell yourself hoarse fest, and reflective ceremony. Oh, yes, there was also the hermit crab race, which was rather over the top. The Island Mates made excellent crazed natives, though.
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