Some people who have worked with me in the field or heard stories about fieldwork or my travel adventures know that I have a strange complex that’s become known as “Classic Steph.” It boils down to this notion that I’m not being tough or strong enough or that there’s more I can do. Its other form is that I’ve let the adventure of travel take control of the situation rather…
Even in relatively remote places, life can sometimes feel hectic. A couple evenings ago I felt the need to get out of the house and just be elsewhere. Our household number has grown past capacity, and though everyone is plenty friendly, the house felt crowded that afternoon. Since the murres are busy laying eggs, I’d wanted to visit my common murres and thick-billed murres on High Bluffs. However, as often…
“Based on your availability with the UAF school schedule, we’re thinking of sending you to the Pribilofs,” Heather said to me near the start of my interview to work for Alaska Maritime NWR in 2010. “Oh awesome!” I responded, as I balanced my cell phone between my ear and shoulder while typing ‘Pribilofs’ into Google Maps. I had no clue which islands she was talking about; I just figured enthusiasm…
On that note, here’s a list of items relating 2010 to the present… Remembered 0. The fog and wind are in charge of work schedules out here. 1. My shins don’t like St. George, especially the hike to the least auklet colony and up First Bluffs. 2. A hand warmer at the nape of the neck provides the glorious feeling of a hot shower. 3. The key to happiness is…
Now that I’ve been back on my original island home for a month, I figured I should recap that with which we’ve been busy. Although my writing frequency doesn’t indicate it, this has honestly been the most relaxed month I’ve ever spent working in the field. I learned before coming back out to St. George that the red- and black-legged kittiwakes generally follow a 2 year productivity cycle of a…
Birding. For anyone familiar with the concept, it probably brings to mind stereotypical images of bespectacled young and old gripping their binoculars, scopes, and cameras for dear life as they search for the elusive bird in the tree, river, or marsh. Birders travel far and wide trying to catch that 5 second glimpse of a bird that enables them to put a check next to a name in their bird…
With today being our first day off since arriving on St. George, I wanted to carry on my winter’s traditional activity for my free time: baking! I couldn’t decide between honey whole wheat bread, my Grandma’s refrigerator rolls, bagels (first time experiment), or the bread recipe posted on the fridge. That didn’t even include the whole realm of dessert options in my mind, so I think it’s safe to say…
At this point, I feel a little like this: The main difference is that instead of being worn out from tearing apart my summer home and boating it all to town, I’m exhausted from packing to move to my camp. When packing for an extended stay on St. George, it’s impossible to simply turn on some tunes and start throwing clothing and gear into bags. Only PenAir caters to the…
Well, I’m here. ‘Here’ being where I’ve intended to be ever since 2010 or earlier: staying at the USFWS bunkhouse in Homer, Alaska, before leaving for a full summer working for Alaska Maritime National Wildlife Refuge. Granted, I’d been hoping to head off to the Aleutians, but returning to St. George after 5 years away is already shaping up to be rewarding. I’ve been told there’s fresh reindeer meat waiting…
Now that my bags are ¾ packed, my only work remaining is picking up my paycheck and returning my truck, the Spartans are in the Final Four, and I’m getting giddy for cooler weather; it’s time for the conclusion of my search for summer 2015 employment. Just like I knew it would happen, I heard from both jobs on the same day. It’s a tale of an emotional roller coaster…