So I checked into the Biological Station yesterday where I will be spending the next couple of months. It is on a peninsula in Flathead Lake. We are surrounded by the sounds of waves from all sides. Much of the lake is surrounded by huge mountainous forests. The sunset last night was unreal. It's pretty isolated, at least 15 miles from the nearest town. The birds are awesome and apparently there is a black bear roaming around with her cub somewhere although I have yet to see them.
There are 25 students living here and assorted faculty. I am definitely the oldest student who is not doing graduate research. It's weird, because there are many undergrads in my program at home near my age yet everyone here is like 22. It feels a bit odd. Everyone is very nice though. People are from all over the country. There are a few Montana natives so I do get to hear things like "You're a vegetarian? By choice?" but other than that it is cool. My advisers on site here know approximately nothing about birds or bird research. I will be driving to Missoula on Friday so I can plan out my research with someone who actually has a clue what I should do.
I think the station kind of operates on "tropics time". As in, there is actually a schedule but things still pretty much happen when they happen. I was supposed to visit my research site today but they haven't fixed the leak in my boat yet. They're working on it now. I'm figuring by Thursday maybe it will be ready. One of my advisers showed up today but no one knows where the other one is.
Ok I gotta go root through my car now to find my coffee press. The commissary actually serves Folgers on tap and caffeine free Diet Coke. I don't think I could be more horrified. Thank god I brought a pound of Peet's coffee. I might have to have my sad, wallowing wife send me more.
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